Today there was another astrological window for a fixed star, Spica in the constellation of Virgo. I wrote this poem during that window, as a way of thanking the astrological community for the occasional glimpses into the ways their minds work and the way they go about studying and thinking about the world.
O brilliant, O Bird-like Radiant Blue,
Fortunate one who sends honor and wealth,
may this happy hour my strength renew,
with increase of riches and blessed health!
Each four days your double-stars are whirling.
Forces you rain down like emerald waves,
or sagacious glamour from your twirling!
Like Venus and Mars, your power engraves
gentle discipline on attentive hearts.
Sweet Spica, send dignities I can bear,
spout wealth upon me when I use my arts!
Then I shall spread your name, as I shall share
all that you give me with generous hand,
for thus good harvests make prosperous land.