The silence between two things, which is its own kind of intelligence.
Ten bodies, five aspects, live against the actual sky. Privacy here is structural.
Every degree of the zodiac holds an image. The closing one travels with the silence.
The tradition disagrees with itself. We watch ten bodies, five aspects, tropical, live.
Every void of course has a name and a few lines written for it. What the Book is, and what it is not.
New to Full to New in twenty-nine and a half days, and every phase has a name and a purpose.
Two and a half days in each sign, twelve signs a month, and the mood of the day is read from it.
Two empty points where the Moon’s road crosses the Sun’s, and every eclipse happens there.
Three bodies in one line, twice a year, always near a node.
Nothing in the sky runs backward. What changes is where we stand to look.
The stretch of sky a planet crosses three times: forward, back, and forward again.
Three hundred sixty images, one for each degree, and why Moondark prints one wherever it prints a degree.
One glance, and what each part of it is telling you.