Some claim the stars reveal our destiny
Nine planets and a moon in this system arrange themselves
In a ballet on one’s day of birth
Though one is a star whose dance determines all
Scorpio, the scary sign
Watch out for my stinger
And water, water everywhere
With a nod to air, earth and fire
Am I me because of the stars?
Is everyone born on the same day
In the same place the same?
Or am I simply a vessel
Receiving information
Making sense of what I hear
And choosing my own path
The stars predict
The stars explain
The stars direct, perhaps
And the stars
Most importantly, the stars
Create wonder in us all
Phoenix Nest Soul Arts 