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TEMPLE OF THE HEART

MOON CYCLE : 13 AHAU

"Into ecstasy and limitless bliss."

January 19, 2007 to February 17, 2007

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A major pinnacle in life. Oler authority bfigures. Grandfather. Emperor. Leaning on strong family members. Extreme self-awareness. Contemplation. Blankness. Planting seeds. Finishing a project.

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Union, teamwork, wholeness, ascension, attainment, fulfillment, world peace, unconditional love, Christ consciousness, oneness with divinity, language of light.

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WEB RESOURCES SYNCHRONOUSLY RELATED TO THIS MOON CYCLE
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star February 2007: Dwayne Edward Rourke publishes an updated version of an online article titled : BIRTHING THE DREAM OF HARMONIC CONVERGENCE.




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star13 AHAU painting co-created at New Moon by Dwayne Rourke and Teresa Wild.


Gone to the Unseen

At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen.
What marvelous route did you take from this world?

Beating your wings and feathers,
you broke free from this cage.
Rising up to the sky
you attained the world of the soul.
You were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman.
Then you heard the drummer's call
and flew beyond space and time.

As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls.
Then came the scent of the rosegarden
and you flew off to meet the Rose.

The wine of this fleeting world
caused your head to ache.
Finally you joined the tavern of Eternity.
Like an arrow, you sped from the bow
and went straight for the bull's eye of bliss.

This phantom world gave you false signs
But you turned from the illusion
and journeyed to the land of truth.

You are now the Sun -
what need have you for a crown?
You have vanished from this world -
what need have you to tie your robe?

I've heard that you can barely see your soul.
But why look at all? -
yours is now the Soul of Souls!

O heart, what a wonderful bird you are.
Seeking divine heights,
Flapping your wings,
you smashed the pointed spears of your enemy.

The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -
You are the fearless rose
that grows amidst the freezing wind.

Pouring down like the rain of heaven
you fell upon the rooftop of this world.
Then you ran in every direction
and escaped through the drain spout . . .

Now the words are over
and the pain they bring is gone.
Now you have gone to rest
in the arms of the Beloved.


"Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved", Jonathan Star
New York 1997







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