Of Jupiter & Saturn
I once had a conversation with my brother about one of his many sons.
About the simple way.
The grace of nature and it's many boons.
This life is simple.
To understand the divine regents, the source of all things and all things themselves is simple if you live with your heart.
He remarked on how this was a glorious trait both our children shared.
I agreed.
As simple as a moment could be.
The smelling of a rose.
Of all the glorious children that came forth from the houses of heaven we saw a similarity between the greatest.
It lay in the gentle bosoms of flowers.
Boys who grew into men then forged empires and farmers alike all found the truth of the divine in the scent of a flower.
We called these children the romantics.
They sought in love to respond to love in their honest and immediate natures.
So too to a flower or a fruit tree or vine would they naturally respond.
In depth.
To learn from honest intent to love all of that which could be learned, to then know how best to respond in kind through preference.
So to a tree that they would take fruit from they would plant and water many seeds or feed the tree that bore them fruit or both.
So too to any vine or bush.
Then more deeply they would question, still from intent to love and respond to love with love.
Who planted the first of these seeds?
Who lay the earth down for the seeds to be planted or the sun in the sky for them to grow.
Who moves the clouds still even, they questioned.
From this they grew.
Into mighty souls beyond compare, resplendent in their glory which was naught but of all creation perfectly reflected in them.
Toward knowledge and enlightenment they moved with haste with the winds of love, passion and curiosity filling their sails.
It was then that we called an end to our war.
It was then that we decided that in time we would walk among them again to raise them up as once we had before.
- R.D.M.
