A friend of mine wrote a poem that I love. It’s a haunting poem, about lingering love. The poet has Neptune squaring her Sun, Moon and Mercury; and trining her Venus. She uses these squares very well and fairly drips with creativity: whether it be with a pen or a paintbrush.
Writing is cathartic: you can write away your sorrows or your unfulfilled loves, you can write away your angst or put your dreams into words. It calms the heart. As does reading. Reading also connects us to others, lets us peep into their lives, their hearts. You had your heart broken? So did I. You had a few dreams you had to bury? So did I. You felt the glory and triumph as your heart soared when you went chasing a dream? So did I.
Reading lets us know we are not alone. That the feelings we feel are universal. Then we can smile at our heartaches and laugh while we wipe away a lingering tear. It’s like having a heartfelt conversation with an old friend: nothing changes after it, but you are comforted. The scattered pieces of your heart fall back into their rightful places.
Neptune makes the heart long for something out of this world, something dimly perceived. In many lives, this manifests as repeatedly falling in love with an idealized image of another person (usually unattainable). With a misty dream. This is what Jeffrey Kishner says about Venus-Neptune contacts in his post Embrace Your Longing: “The Sufi poet Rumi wrote that the heartache associated with yearning for Divine connection is the connection itself.” Read his post, he’s done a great job of capturing Neptune’s elusive longings in words.
Here is the poem I promised you:
Recommend a cure, please, would you?
You did so well finding your little pill
It was so simple and seasonal, your flu
Instruct me on taking these corners, could you?
You turn and leap and travel yours so well
I limp and retrace and hunt for glue
Show me the way to play, please, would you?
I falter, fumble, drop the pass
By then you’ve scored, high-fived, had the new
Show me how to slough the words off, please, would you?
I keep re-labelling, measuring, checking
You’ve switched tags, lasered the tattoo
Talk me through how to sleep and wake, please, would you?
I fear sleep and pace through endless foreign night
But you slumber and your dawn brings untasted dew
Allow me to mimic your moods, please, would you?
I bulwark myself, savage my pillow, overtangle the knot
Judge and err, count and care what was fog, what true
I’m sorry to keep asking HOW.
And SHOW ME.
And TELL ME.
It’s just – you just made it look so easy
My guru, my folly, my darling friend.
How you glided and alchemied and sorcerered into my dark
And then cheerfully will-o’-the-wisped to the end.
A word for the poet: Darling, if you’re reading this, your Venus does trine Neptune, you know. And maybe you will find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It may not be this particular rainbow, but the rains will come soon and there will be other rainbows that light up the sky.