Blog Tour Stop: “Ode to the Moon” by Facundo Raganato

“Ode to the Moon”
by Facundo Raganato

O for where shall I start?
Where shall I begin?
For I too have been somewhere, you know
and I too have seen you there,
Nowhere is, my friend, somewhere, between here and there, I have been,
You do not know, you do not know . . .
For I too have been the Devil and a Saint, and I too have sinned,
but as I have been forgiven, you must forgive me too,
and please do me so,
You do not know, you do not know . . .
that Magic lies within your bottle like an Elixir of Life,
that you have all the Power you would ever need, and even more!
Living inside, like a Hermit waiting for Enlightenment to come, when it’s All there!
In the ways the Future and the Past cast there, intertwined: Lines upon your Hand, between the Fate and your “so called” Free Will, beneath the buried Sands resting so still! Between the Forgotten letters of Literature lies the lilac lyrical Mysticism of the Truth! Of those Masters of Knowledge, of those Fools of the Heart, of those Artists and Musicians, of Singers and Painters, Adventurers and Divine Beings, Living There with You . . .

O my friends . . .
My Love . . .
You do not know . . . you do not know . . .
For it is better to regret the things tried, failed and done, than regret the opportunities missed and past,
because one day You too will be gone!

O how shall I Speak?
How shall I Listen to You?
For I love you more than you would ever feel,
More than you will never Know!
For my words can never mark that power within your lighted Magic Moon!
They shall be translucent, clear as water, open sky, transcendental and sublime!
Consciousness, perhaps . . .
For I love you more than I could ever Paint! Even with all the Colors that our eyes can See; Beyond the multi-paradoxical perspectives Human Minds can box inside this Being!
O you don’t know . . . you still don’t know . . .
For I shall love you more than all the white keys can ever harmonize with the black night keys,
even in a minor note . . .
And I shall love you even more than I can ever Be!

We are all chained to the Energies that move the synchronicity of Space and Time,
and the Verse of the Universe will always play on and on, through us, on and on . . .
as Strings in a Lullaby . . .

We are all in the intense depthness of this Ocean, powerful as a Scorpio; rooted as a Capricorn or a Taurus as well; ‘Free’ as a Sagittarius would say; drowned in the Pisces pools of our Sensitivity; beating to the heart of a Cancer or a Leo; blowing to the thought-minds of a Libra, of  an Aquarius and a Gemini too!

O you still don’t know . . . and you still don’t know . . .
for then, I still shall repeat!
You are Wizards of your way, All Gold and Misfortune as One,
O Great powerful, Know-it-all, Simple and Innocent One
As a an Aries would create, in the Imagination of your Creation, of your Knowledge, Wisdom and Truth!

Beauty! O beauty of such and Such!
Beauty of whomever you Are or shall ever Be!
Old True Eternal Beauty of Whomever Thou Shall Art, Present, Future or Past!
Break the boundaries from what you Believe to be right!
Break away from the parameters of this World and this Reality- We are so Blind!
Break away from where you were bound to Be, and from the when-where of ‘you were first Born’!
From all the normalities you take from; from the All’s of rules and the rules of All!
Do go and Create,
Please
Chaos I say;
Do go and Dare!
As long as thou “Perfectionate,” (as a Virgo would say)
Your Philosopher’s Stone!

O you still don’t know . . . and you still don’t know . . .
but I shall meet you there . . .
In between the lines that separates the Here and There,
in the Twilight sun, in the Midnight hour, in the Silver glass, in the Cyan spoon!

Go, my Friends,
My Love,
Do Go and reach, that which still you don’t know but yet, you will teach!
Go and place thy foot strong-rooted on the ground as the Earth grows,
Play the soothing and troubling emotions of thy Waters as they sway back and forth like Nature’s calling in the sea,
Fly the winds of this sailing Life that whirl and turn the Wings up and down, Free as a Feather in the Sky, thoughts of thoughts,
Do go,
O please Do so!
Fly and Burn!
Burn the ashes of the Fire that will soon be gone
And Ignite! Ignite as the mighty Being you were created to Be!
The plasma of this Magic runs Here!
With the Light of the Sun and the Shadow of the Moon!
Cast the spell of the illusion and the Truth it shall become!
All this
and then some more . . .

Written by Facundo Raganato in an Impulsive Inspiration from the Moon
July 11, 2014 at 12:00 a.m.
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Friends for life, a guest post by Sally Goldenbaum, author of the Seaside Knitters Mysteries

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A Seaside Knitters Mystery, Obsidian, Sally Goldenbaum

A FINELY KNIT MURDER is the ninth book in the seaside knitters mystery series, not a momentous event all by itself. But it made me think of the fact that that’s how long I’ve been forming friendships with the characters in the series. Nine years (and maybe even longer). And to me, that does seem momentous.

Nell, Birdie, Cass, and Izzy—These four women have become soul sisters to me. They’ve become an integral part of my life.  And with each book, we have become better friends.

As I began writing the first in the series, DEATH BY CASHMERE, I knew plenty of facts about the seaside knitters—like where they went to school, how they ended up in Sea Harbor, a little about their love lives, schooling, and their life goals, their accomplishments and likes and dislikes.

But probably—as is probably the case with your own close friends—they have continued to surprise me on this journey of friendship as we move from story to story.

Before I sit down to write a new seaside knitters mystery, I spend time talking to Nell, Cass, Izzie and Birdie, sharing a ‘seed’ of an idea with them—that tiny nugget that hopefully will grow into a book. And then I beg them to take me by the hand and lead me along to what comes next, to toughen me up as we face the blank computer screen. And in the process, I ask them to tell me more about themselves, to share secrets and feelings and things from their past.

Sometimes the characters jump right in, like Izzy did in ANGORA ALIBI, (the 7^th seaside mystery). It took little time for her to share her feelings about pregnancy with me, feelings that moved her to take the actions she did—and that propelled all of her friends into a mystery, a murder, and gradually the steps needed to solve it.

In A FATAL FLEECE, Cass Halloran surprised me by showing me she had a vulnerable side in addition to being a great lobster fisherwoman. She surprised me even more in A FINELY KNIT MURDER as she tries to work through her own feelings about commitment and relationships.

And Birdie—the 80-year-old matriarch—pulled a skeleton out of her closet in A FATAL FLEECE, one that changed her life forever. And a skeleton that none of us (especially me!) was expecting.

 When I began writing A FINELY KNIT MURDER, Cass surprised me yet again by showing up with a new man in her life. I knew his role in the story but honestly didn’t know at first how he was going to fit into my Cass’s; life. No one knew, not for sure. But at the end of the journey, it made sense to us. And to Cass, too.

Yes, after all these years, these women still surprise me. And that’s a good thing. Surprising means they stay fresh, but not completely comfortable. New, but still old friends.

It amazes me that I’ve known these women for all these years—maybe as long as you’ve known a close and valued friend. They truly are BFFs. To each other. To me. And I hope that their friendship with readers, with you, deepens, too, so that you’ll keep coming back to sit with them on the deck or in the yarn shop, sharing a glass of wine, a bit of gossip, and secrets of Sea Harbor.

New . . .unique . . . and familiar. Kind of like a good marriage, a good partnership. Like BFFs.

A Finely Knit Murder by Sally Goldenbaum * A Seaside Knitters Mystery * An Obsidian Mystery, Hardcover 304 pages *  $24.95 *