eclipse meditation.....

the moon after much reflection says:
sun is god!
                      - ferlingetti


in our bodies..the microcosm of the macrocosm..

sun is soul ~ moon is consciousness

sun/moon in reciprocity..

our gold and silver merging..

the alchemy of conjunctio (sacred marriage)

within the sushumna nadi..our central channel..

doesn't get more cosmic than this..

the sun was not always male, you know..

many moons ago! the sun was a goddess..

the tantrikas would greet the sun goddess
in the early morn & chant ~

o glorious one, o sun of happiness... 

we  salute you,  o goddess marici -

bless us and fulfill our pure wishes.. 

protect us, o goddess, from the eight fears... 

(which are....)

water 

thieves

lions 

snakes 

fire 

spirits or flesh-eating demons

captivity or imprisonment 

elephants 

their respective inner counterparts are:

craving or attachment
wrong or false views
pride
envy or jealousy
hatred or anger
doubt
avarice
delusion or ignorance

therefore consider:
floods of attachment 
thieves of wrong views
lions of pride
snakes of jealousy
fires of anger 
carnivorous demons of doubt
chains of miserliness or greed
elephants of ignorance

in ancient times..too,

the moon was not always female,,,

the mbocobis of south america claim 
the moon as husband and the sun as wife..

my mother is the beauteous sun,
my father, the bright moon..

in sanskrit the word for moon is masculine...chandra..

so....
in our yoga practice are we always in eclipse..perchance..?
since we aim to unify the sun and the moon energies..
to yoke them together in one biosphere..our microcosm..
earth..moon...sun..
prithvi, chandra, surya...
are we ourselves transgendered planets..?
!!!

heavenly bodies are in a constant state of change..
we are that and that is so...

As If to Demonstrate an Eclipse

                    ~ billy collins

I pick an orange from a wicker basket

and place it on the table

to represent the sun.

Then down at the other end

a blue and white marble

becomes the earth

and nearby I lay the little moon of an aspirin.

I get a glass from a cabinet,

open a bottle of wine,

then I sit in a ladder-back chair,

a benevolent god presiding

over a miniature creation myth,

and I begin to sing

a homemade canticle of thanks

for this perfect little arrangement,

for not making the earth too hot or cold

not making it spin too fast or slow

so that the grove of orange trees

and the owl become possible,

not to mention the rolling wave,

the play of clouds, geese in flight,

and the Z of lightning on a dark lake.

Then I fill my glass again

and give thanks for the trout,

the oak, and the yellow feather,

singing the room full of shadows,

as sun and earth and moon

circle one another in their impeccable orbits

and I get more and more cockeyed with gratitude.

i praise this
great wheel ~ the sun ~
an earring for
the lady of the east.
                  ~vidya kara  11th century poetess