Cosmic Body ☆ Poetry

libra: the hips

Setu bandhasana to stretch the spine.
The upward bend of your body
towards the sky (a ritual).
A hope, each time you linger,
that the wind will draw you
from viscous delight (the earth),
like a Dorothy happy to leave home.
When you raise your hands (child's palms)
you expect a bowl, a gallon, the ocean,
and still it's never enough.
Your dancing won't make the rain fall.
Your waltz won't make wanting easier.
Your poppies still take long to bloom
when their soil suffers without water.
This is the persistent copper ache
of your pelvis:
a reminder of a tender heart (romantic).
Your wallowing is a monumental thing.

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September 23 - October 22

Libras are most definitely the hips. Their balancing act is a careful thing as they decide how much of themselves to place into situations. Once they're comfortable, though, they feel happy to sit as royalty on a throne of demand.

my favorite libra poets: rumi, arthur rimbaud, e.e. cummings