The Sounds of Syzygy

Image used via Creative Commons license 2.0. Created by:  Babak Fakhamzadeh 

We don't have to all have to walk this way. Today, the shock of folding inward as the sun urges us outward toward expression creates a skism. 2019 is a year of the unexpected, the changed, the Hanged Man. Keep us from the gallows pole.

Opposites heave against each other, vying for who will have the last word, who will find the lost chord. But then there is reversal, shift, acquiescence. Silence. Deafening roar. Silence.

Wolf in the birches, Meow Wolf, New Mexico by Rachel Medanic

Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme. 

Syzygy waits in the forest, observes your choices and actions. And preys on the underlying meanings.

Listen where the rio flows, giving life to our collective and individual tensions. Follow the yellow shock of cottonwoods with your eyes. They snake the dusty land. Show us all you can.

Cottonwood along the Rio Grande, Rachel Medanic

Whisper:  the World 

The lion, the bull, the man/woman, the eagle all look to the center.  Attainment, completion, beginning. Completion, beginning. Unceasing repetition. Energy is never truly lost or gained, only it changes form.

Don't you hear it calling me the way it used to do?

I'll leave you when the summertime
Leave you when the summer [fog] comes a rollin' 
Leave you when the summer comes along...