As I lie there on rocky sands, my body torn and open to eternal change,
I watched as the silent blade of the waxing quarter moon cut into my path of being.
Envisioning passionate elfin eyes that penetrate souls, I called her name.
I called her name, I called her name, across the void of the sea,
hoping to echo in the abyss of her heart through the field of eternity.

I cringed as I felt my spirit soar free, crossing a threshold of vitality.
Tears rushed inward with the torrential rivers of blood.
My cold leg bone, through the gaping wound, breathed the humid, coral air.
Then something descended, something descended from the moon and sank into me.

Something descended from the moon and sank into me.

I thought of my child growing up without a father if I did not return.
My child with have no father...

                            (sudden breath)

I saw his glistening eyes the color of jaded sky,
his blond wavy hair blowing in the wind.
How could I let him know the pulsating love at my core.  
How could I reach him?

The sacred fire igniting my heart would die without a messenger,
without a messenger to unleash its spiritual shock into this thirsting world.

The blood and tears dried as I gazed in horror at the gash in my leg.
The blood and tears dried as I returned to my body new
and gazed into pure silence forcing myself to breathe...

Sometimes life slams you hard and you are reborn, especially under outer planet transits!  This is a poem about a car accident that happened on Jan 5th 1998 near Key West that literally rocked my world.  The lady that hit me fell asleep at the wheel and slammed head on into the truck I was driving, both going 55 mph!  Talk about cosmic collisions.  She died an hour later in the hospital.  Her name was Dia.  Her Saturn was conjunct my Sun and her Sun squared mine from Scorpio.  Transiting Chiron was conjunct her Sun and squaring mine.  In addition, we both had Mars in Sagittarius with transiting Pluto crossing it.  The Planet of death and transformation crossing the planet that governs accidents and crashes!  It took me a few years to figure it out, but her soul essence was fused with mine, like two atomic particles being fused together in a nuclear collision. 

This accident was no accident.  It changed my life so powerfully. After that I knew I was on Divine Time and that I had to devote myself to a spiritual path of helping others with my gifts and let eternity take care of the details.  So now my life is all about devotion to the spiritual craft of writing, teaching, fathering, and illuminating.  My fear of death is gone.  I'm already dead.  And yet I am reborn into a new life!  You'd think I'd sold out and become a Christian! 

Actually, after that accident I met Yehoshua (Jesus) on the road deep in the desert of New Mexico, and he confirmed my path as a God-poet, an astrologer and spiritual messenger, and helped me to overcome my inner struggle with organized religion and authority.  Now if I have to declare my "religion" to someone I just say I'm a Taoist-Buddhist-Christian-mystic-Magi.  What a mouthful just to describe your religious orientation!  The Taoist in me meets eternal being through nature and poetry.  The Christian mystic in me finds God in the deep teachings of Christ which are very Taoist.  And the Magi in me discovers the mystery of the living flow through the magical motions of the heavens.  And the father in me sees God reflected in my child's face each morning!

Amendos!  That's what we say at meals!