The Prism of Aquarius

Image by Evgeniya Kuleshova

Aquaria is a prism. A kaleidoscope we peer through into the future. Fragments of past and fractals of the present enlivened by its changing lenses. Evolution courting us in dark corners where we can no longer hide. Teasing a smile and a flutter of hope despite all we refuse to release ourselves from.

The new moon rises in stunning silence, holding her tongue and casting her gaze on Venus and Jupiter canoodling on a bed of stars. Their field of love envelops the weekend. Her blazing gaze an angel at the crossroads. The chorus of spheres carolling from the same hymn sheet, their music already all the way under your skin.

Begin.

I see you, Aquarius whispers in tongues. All the pretty pieces and sharp edges, the soaring mistakes and terror, the hardest nights of your life. Constellated into a tapestry of your own making that is beautiful from space.

I know you, Aquarius murmurs. Beyond costumes and constructs, all the way off Broadway and kicking a can home late at night. I can hear your song caught in beating chambers. Tease your throat to opening and call its notes into the cool night air.

I feel you, Aquarius coos softly running crystalline down your spine. Behind borders and closed doors. Beyond stubborn refusal to let the future in and your fear that the past left you with nothing. I have wrapped it all up in a soft blanket, never truly lost. Turned your face to the sun and stars in welcome.

Strange currents conjure our utterly individualised blueprint from the depths. Our nervous system glitches on repeat as frequencies jump, crackle and snort. Our cells reshuffle and take their new places without help or hindrance. We are reset and ready. The caravan of our soul and all its many passengers prepares for flight. Courage roars quickening, nothing wasted or left out. The quantum leap calls time. A chime rings out across the universe.

Begin.

Your only available transport is a leap of faith.
~ Margaret Shepard

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2021