Iran, Jupiter’s Blessing
Iran,
do not fear the sky.
It leans toward you.
This is an hour written
before our names were spoken.
Ketu turns the mirror.
Karma asks its due.
Those who ruled by force
now feel the weight of time.
I looked to the heavens,
and the charts were quiet
for United States
and Israel.
Luck does not linger
where pride deafens wisdom.
But over Iran,
Jupiter stands
like a patient teacher.
What he blesses
cannot be hurried,
cannot be stolen,
cannot be cursed.
You did not summon the storm.
You endured it.
And endurance
is older than war.
When blood was scattered
across the earth,
the universe did not forget.
It never does
What is sown
returns—
not in fire,
but in reckoning.
After the night,
a new sun rises—
not to erase the past,
but to remember it rightly.
Power fades.
Law remains.
For no nation stands above
the order of things,
and no hand outruns
the balance of the world.
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