FREE WILL ASTROLOGY: Wednesday February 13, 2003

ARIES (March 21-April 19): Of all the acts of intimate connection you should perpetrate in the coming week, I suggest you put this one near the top of the list. Memorize these lines and say them to a soul friend who most appreciates extravagant expressions of affection: “I love you more than it’s possible to love anyone. I love you more than love itself. I love you more than you love yourself. I love you more than God loves you. I love you more than anyone has ever loved anyone in the history of the universe.” (P.S. But don’t, Aries, under any circumstances, say this: “I love you more than you love me.”)

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Some people pigeonhole Taurus as a staid, gentle sign. I know you Bulls are capable of volcanic passion, though your vivid appreciation of life’s mysteries is sometimes muted by devotion to duty. That’s why you should regularly squeeze outbreaks of ardor into your schedule. This week, for example, I dare you to create an appropriate moment to utter these words: “The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy. The merest whisper of your name awakes in me a shuddering sixth sense. I long for a kiss that makes time stand still.” (The preceding testimony is a blend of words from Edgar Allan Poe, Pamela Moore, and John Keats.)

GEMINI (May 21-June 20): Memorize these lines by George Bernard Shaw and deliver them to the one with whom you’d most like to make beautiful music. If there is no human you’d like to say them to, speak them to a pet, muse, angel, or yourself. “You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day’s wage. You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification. You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star. I want you.”

CANCER (June 21-July 22): It’s easier for us Cancerians to love than to be loved. We feel more comfortable giving than taking. In fact, we’re even susceptible to believing that we’re powerful when we’re nurturing others and weak when we’re being nurtured. Yet the best astrologers agree that until we learn to receive love, we can’t fulfill our life’s mission. In the coming week, I urge you to practice this art with all your fierce and vulnerable heart. And then practice and practice some more.

LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): Do you understand that you can actually listen a person’s soul into existence? Your loving, receptive interest in a person’s inner life can awaken their dormant powers. The teacher Richard Moss says, “The greatest gift you can give another is the purity of your attention.” I bring this up, Leo, because this is a peak time for you to strengthen your listening skills. Uncoincidentally, it’s also prime time to ripen your mastery of intimate communion. Take philosopher Paul Tillich’s advice with you everywhere: “The first duty of love is to listen.”

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): Careful meditation on your astrological omens suggest you should memorize these lines from a poem by Andrew Varnon and say them to the person whose destiny needs to be woven more closely together with yours. “Be my ruckus, my perfect nonsequitur. Be my circuit-breaker, my lengthening shadows at dusk, my nest of pine needles, my second-story window. Be my if-you-stare-long-enough-you’ll-see. Be my subatomic particle. Be my backbeat, my key of C minor, my surly apostle, my scandalous repartee, my maximum payload. Be my simmering, seething, flickering, radiating, shimmering, and undulating.”

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): “Any thought that is not filled with love seems unholy,” observed French writer Andre Gide. A pretty high standard, I know, but striving to meet it will be your best guarantor of success in the coming week. No matter what happens, you’ll thrive as long as you ask yourself, “How can I bring more love into the mix?” Now please recite and embrace these words from Leo Tolstoy: “Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love.”

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): “One should always be in love,” said Oscar Wilde. I heartily agree. To pull off this near-impossibility, however, you must acquire a number of difficult skills, the most crucial of which is an ability to elude the trance of daily routine. Fortunately, you Scorpios are best equipped of all the signs to sustain the heroic ingenuity needed to thrive in the blessed torment of love. In coming weeks, your mastery is primed to ripen dramatically. Keep George Meredith’s thought as your warning beacon: “The most dire disaster in love is the death of the imagination.”

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): To get in tune with cosmic forces, cast a love spell on yourself with the help of Marge Piercy’s poem, “The Real Hearth.” Read it aloud three times and you’ll uncoil a surge of magic from your mysterious depths. “Let’s heat up the night to a boil. Let’s cook every drop of liquid out of our flesh till we sizzle, not a drop of come left. We are pots on too high a flame. Our insides char and flake dark like sinister snow idling down. We breathe out smoke. We die out and sleep covers us in ashes. We lie without dreaming, empty as clean grates. Yet we wake rebuilt, clattering and hungry as waterfalls leaping off, rushing into the day, roaring our bright intentions. It is the old riddle in the Yiddish song, what can burn and not burn up, a passion that gives birth to itself every day.”

CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): Of the many devotional and reverent acts you should carry out in the coming week, here are a few I hope you make a priority. Ask an imaginative friend to work together with you in dreaming up fresh new pleasures. Brainstorm wildly about how to feel good in ways you’ve never imagined before. Research the reports left by other pioneers of delight. Open your mind as wide as your heart in the holy art of play.

AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): Of the many brazen and comical acts of love you could possibly carry out this week, here’s one you should strongly consider. Memorize the following lines, lifted from Speak them dramatically to a cute rascal — preferably one whose destiny needs to be woven more closely with yours. “I love you more than Madonna loves column inches, more than Bill Gates loves anti-trust loopholes, more than Jerry Springer loves pugilistic trailer-park residents. I love you more than Alan Greenspan loves how the economy fluctuates whenever he scratches his butt.”

PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): The first part of this week’s meditation comes from Irish poet William Butler Yeats: “Love is the crooked thing/ There is nobody wise enough/ To find out all that is in it/ For he would be thinking of love/ Till the stars had run away/ And the shadows eaten the moon.” Here’s the second half of your meditation, courtesy of me: Though love is the crooked thing and no one’s wise to find out all that’s in it, you’re temporarily wise enough to figure out maybe 70 percent of it. That’s why you have cosmic permission to meditate on the arts of love as if you had all the time in the world.

Homework: Obeying the advice I’m giving my own sign, Cancer, I urge you to send me love letters and crafty poems. Write P.O. Box 150628, San Rafael, CA 94915 or

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