Songs of the Aquarians

The following pages contain poems and verses that celebrate the radical new way of thinking that characterizes an Aquarian.  As C.G. Jung very carefully documented in his book "Aeon" an evolution of the human psyche is taking place.   This evolution has been developing for many centuries and will peak in the new age, the Age of Aquarius, with or without us, whether or not we approve.  Some of us will participate and further the process of individual transformation.  Many will be held back by fear and so will be left behind.  You are invited to join in the celebration of a dawning of a new age and learn the true meaning of the Age of Aquarius.
 
 

Song of the Ages
I
In all ages, do all men justly 
and unjustly fight their way to Life.

In all ages do singers sing, 
and prophets see,
and infants cry.

In all ages do joy and strife and hope,
despair mark the passing years.

With regular heartbeats and dogged steps do woe and happiness alike 
befall the Dreaming Eve.

II

How be it then, this song is sung as though the years in singularity,

Uniquely wrought each person’s way,
and step by step
and life by life.

Yea, how be it then, each age is heard
upon the scale as tones in pitch so differing?

When cosmic spheres are struck by sacred hands, on humble knees we find ourselves.

III

And so it is, each age is heard like  four-noted musical chords.

In  heavenly signature,
a melody,
in rhythm played.

That it should be accompanied
by dancing light and undulating shadows.

Each age a marriage of sound and color and finely wrought form 
a song in tapestry. 

 
IV
Consider then, if humble Carpenter, 
with simple square and level line,

a strong and timeless Footing lay,
to set his walls
and rigid roof,

Whether Princely Palace or Beggarly Shed, so that its line be fair and plumb.

Then how may that Sacred Song, measuring infinite time,
less than a symphony be.

V

Come forth the Sayers in every age, in struggle and adversity.

Who spiritual endorsement bear,
to tell the tales,
and sing the songs.

Behold reluctant Messengers who,
redeeming, heavenly tariffs, pay.

Even as they sing, hear a greater Tale, a Symphony, a grander Vista view.
 
 

VI

So now gather, attend the stories of the age, in shimmering images.

Attending them, remember them:
the Gods, the Saints
the Hero’s plight.

In all ages do joy and strife and hope,
despair mark the weary years.

Yet in each heartbeat, whispers tell, and in every daily rhythm,
of “wakening Eve.

 
 
 
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