Shani.
Saturn.
In the East,
they call you
Shani.
The son
of Surya.
The keeper
of karma.
In the West,
they knew you
as Saturn.
The god
of time.
Many
fear you.
Few
understand you.
Even kings
tremble,
when your shadow
falls.
You govern
laws.
Governments.
Kingdoms.
Institutions.
Hierarchy.
Authority.
When rulers
wear black.
Or navy.
They bear
your solemn
mark.
Saturday
belongs
to you.
On this day,
I wear
black,
and bow
before you.
For you
stand exalted
in my
first house.
In Libra.
Many ask,
why wisdom
looks
so serious.
I whisper,
because
of Saturn.
My ego
was great.
You humbled
me.
Not through
hatred.
But through
discipline.
Not through
anger.
But through
truth.
You lift
the poor.
You humble
the proud.
You raise
a servant,
into
a king.
Machiavelli
understood
power.
The sages
understood
karma.
You,
Saturn,
master
both.
Time
is your
kingdom.
Justice is
your language.
Patience
your crown.
I do not
fear you.
I honor you.
For through
your trials,
I found
myself.
I did not choose you easily
not when Mars burns with human hunger
not when Jupiter carries storms like crowns
but you
You asked for patience
from afar, you are elegance
a quiet sovereign with rings of light
a halo mistaken for beauty
But I have learned
That distance flatters
Those rings are not whole
They are fragments
ice and ruin
the aftermath of something broken
held in place by gravity that refuses to let go
And I understand you
How many times have I circled
What I could not release
calling it memory
calling it love
when it was only debris
refusing to fall away
You move slowly
deliberate
as if time itself must bow to your distance
while I
I rush, I burn, I break
still
I look at you
and feel the discipline of your silence
You do not chase light
You wear it carefully
in pieces
Perhaps that is your lesson
not brilliance
but endurance
to carry what remains
without pretending it is whole
And so I choose you, Saturn
not for your beauty
But for your truth
that even in broken orbit
One can still shine
Spectacular is the planet Saturn.
Second largest planet in Solar group
holding extensive gorgeous ring-pattern.
Rocky icy ringlets form hula hoop.
Ring system is to lose ice particles.
to ring - rain constant and continuous.
Stunning ring will be gone, not miracle
within million of years , oblivious.
The gas giant holds no solid surface.
Mostly are helium and hydrogen
Buttery yellowish brown, more or less.
Atmosphere is enriched by nitrogen.
In dense atmosphere , runs strong wind-power :
Hexagon typed storm at North Pole : alive.
Saturn day is less than eleven hours.
Year exceeds twenty -nine years : Do believe.
Ninety five times more massive than the Earth
In water could float, extreme light Saturn.
Two hundred seventy four Moons took birth.
With hydrogen lakes, biggest is Titan.
G-d, I am Saturn
The ties of its ring enraging
it's fire in its soul
slowly aging
I am the stars surrouding it
the light in the darkest sky
never remembering
how to cry
I am so many more
than the cherries on top
when the knife inside my heart
goes chop chop chop
G-d I am Saturn
enveloped in a hug
challenge and evil
faced in joy and shrug
Saturn waits in the cold quiet of space,
A sentinel wrapped in golden rings,
Its pale light leans over hidden moons,
Each orb dances in elliptical patience.
Storms turn on its vast gaseous surface,
Cloud bands swirl with silent secrets,
Ammonia crystals shimmer in the upper haze,
There is no ground, only layers upon layers.
Shadows of rings sweep across its pale yellow,
A crown of icy debris, ancient and unbroken.
Enceladus glistens, flinging geysers skyward,
Titan cloaks itself in an orange mystery.
Saturn whispers stories to distant spacecraft,
The wind is measured in hundreds of miles per hour.
Light takes more than an hour to reach it from our sun,
Patience is written into every orbit.
It is both beacon and enigma to astronomers,
A world of hydrogen, helium, and longing.
If we listen, the planet hums with unseen music,
Its beauty is the silence between the stars.
Saturn
a gas giant
with many rings to see
Methane rivers run through its moon
planets
I can turn thoughts into Saturn’s rings.
As the falling wasteland sings.
Meditation empties out, covered in slime.
Combines senses like a squeeze of lime.
I have thoughts, rugged and swishing.
I don’t know for what I could be fishing.
Endless turning like my bedroom shifts.
Open my eyes, cracking rifts.
Medication wears on me like the head of a snowman falling off.
Wipe the existence with a cloth.
I can make Earth have rings like Saturn.
Then crush them in my head into this urn.
I have memories like coal in stockings.
Snow hisses and sometimes sings.
As the falling wasteland tears apart.
I feel steam escape my heart.
I can turn my thoughts around.
Three dimensional like the curse of the ground.
The Earth crackling like medication, medication…
Reminds me of my last meditation.
Things like Saturn, Venus, and Mars.
Do nothing and neither do passing cars.
If Saturn were a rainbow
Would we feel any differently
About looking through a telescope to see her?
I imagine she would be beautiful
With pinks, yellows, blues, and light greens.
I imagine it ….
And I want to look through a telescope now
For the very first time.
Sit on the planet Saturn.
Like a sassy urn.
Wait until the waiter walks over.
A four leaf clover.
Help yourself to the lucky plate.
With chicken wings that you only thought you ate.
Maybe take a fork and let it fly.
Into the evil eye.
Sit on a planet like earth.
Feel the birth.
Rocks sliding down the mountain.
I already sent in my job application.
I could sit in bed and write.
The plight of the kite.
Or the knight who has a boxcutter in his hand.
Who sinks it into the ice cream as if it’s sand.
At a funeral, I could cry as much as they say I should.
Or remember that old neighborhood.
Where we took a walk.
Where we shook the tree like a hawk.
A four leaf clover in the afternoon.
It always feels too soon.
Moving from outer space to the grassy hills.
Writing my wills.
If poems could walk.
They would be fast like that corn stalk.
If poems could run in circles.
The funeral would be full.
The thought of you makes my heart sing
You inspire a fire with yellow joy you bring
And I can dandelion dream do anything
Even esteem skating upon Saturns rings
If love is a timeless black hole
I’d be hopelessly consumed
Left my planet of silver soul
To space travel with you
Not knowing the sky
Is not as big as our love
Time can’t fly or divide
What universe has for us
Anything you ask of me
Will get a cranberry reply
Anything you want baby
For you set my star on fire
I find delight in the night
And safety displays in day
For a body’s last delight
Engage you in a new way
Galaxy sings a song of peace
And you mentally take me there
Words fall like candy confetti
Stars shine in your heavenly hair
We are one in spiritual bliss
There is a symphony of harmony
There is a unique mind kiss
As you teleport your love to me
I am ready to emerald explore
Wherever we may travel to
For love is a planet I adore
A pleasure to explore with you
“The moon.”
Is no longer a single mass.
In this never ending orbit.
If I looked at the time.
It would be midnight on earth.
Here, time is slow and heavy.
Moons laughing.
So we become a part of the cycle.
Tilting, unsettling.
Gravity within gravity.
A large planet.
I wish I could settle on some bench.
But no human things abound here.
So I am simply like an ant that got caught up in a wave.
Saturn’s rings.
You learn to stand and skate.
On a burning skating rink.
And pretend everything is normal.
But even the moons are trapped.
Gravity is stronger here.
Everything is stronger here.
Except my feet.
Which burn on Saturn’s rings.
Come! We'll fall into Saturn's ice arms
We'll skate on her rings as moons arise
On my toes, I'll spin woes into charms
see amethyst form storm's sultry skies
Smile at lightning's attempted disguise.
We'll skate together and then alone
leaving imprints, as settlers perhaps
Marking a path for others to own
among icey confines, Nature's lapse
finding wonder, unable to grasp
Skating back and forth on Saturn's rings,
you stop to stir stardust into night
Enchanted moments we hope to bring
in dreams, perhaps. or by candlelight
songs of the Muses, in frigid flight
Wayward clouds, silken-spun, drift away
They waltzed in tunes from a spilling crest
Dawn's faint hues entice night into day
I gather stars and place in your vest
Sadly, we leave, for we were but guests
Found my space to roller skate
Like I did when I was eight ...
Round, round and round the rink
Flashing lights of blue and pink
High above such trivial things
Skating the track of Saturn's rings,
Go, go, they can't catch me now
Once you learn, you never forget how
The music flows from far, far away
Down on Earth where records play,
The stars, they pulsate to the beat
And correspond down to my feet
Bubblegum pop and all the feels
Purple shoelaces and rubber wheels,
Rock my world, let me go back
To neon lights and skies of black
Feelin' like that long lost kid ...
Feelin' things no grownup did ...
Right foot, left foot, I got the pattern
Skating upon the rings of Saturn.
Skating upon Saturn's rings, on the outskirts of gold,
executing my double axel, in the brisk, season of cold.
The sole sound is of ice skates, spraying bits behind;
In rich, purple dusk, of the chaotic universe entwined.
A wide-eyed dreamer, in the red heartbeat of fantasy,
does slow twirls and excited spins, jumping uncannily!
Skating on concentric rings-the adventure of her life,
Stars shining all together, a hundred moons in the sky.
This rink ranks right up there.
My power skates, slice each ring,
the scent of ice assails my nose.
Funny in the absence of air, I breathe.
It must be a dream. I don’t care.
The wind of Saturn blows through my hair.
No wind, you say, but I will believe
what this dream gifts to me. Can’t believe
I’ve made it this far. It’s not Mars -
tired of the heat and the bars.
Brightly lit, I see a disco ball in the mist.
I am young again. Giddy boys showing off.
I’m twirling like a pro until I fall
softly onto my fairytale bed,
the one twenty mattresses tall.
I woke up a bit bruised. Saturn
on Saturday night, had no idea,
a princess performed on her rings.
This rink ranks right up there.
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