Stars

Throughout the ages, man has looked to the stars. For inspiration, forecast, even belonging. The stars are the companions of the night, and in so are the keepers of histories for the ancients.

Mythologies have taken many a page from these stars and groomed them to galore and eternal regale.

The constellations of sky

All the notable stars in the sky are listed across different cultures. Over time, I’ll keep expanding more information about them in terms of mythologies and astrology.

The constellations are listed in 12 quadrants (which in Sanskrit used to be known as Vithi). 30 degrees, east to west. In each of them, the constellations are ordered north to south. This should be indicative of their positions to each other, up to down, for cognition.

Click on the names of the constellation, you’ll be taken to the post. The smaller ones with few or no significant stars are clubbed together in the same post, but will appear differently in this list. The Sanskrit name for all of them is given, along with few other names for them. More details will keep getting updated periodically.

The stars through the zodiac :

Aries

Taurus

Gemini

Cancer

Leo

Virgo

Libra

Scorpio

Sagittarius

Capricorn

Aquarius

Pisces

There can be found a few articles on the stars, specifically from Indian astronomy and mythology.

Go through the list and see if it interests you.

And some poetry on the stars

This week's transits of the Zodiac

A coat of quotes and passing poetry

There is an inertia to love, there syllables slip and meaning flits. Where the heights of one exist in the depths of the other. Like some parts of one have to see the eyes of the other. the fool and love

Sheer want of affection cannot scratch that surface. Just as token existence outside of posterity cannot derive outside of its tether. So when do ideas and form meld, just as eternity catches up the ages to contemplation’s slight tilt of the head. The inner fire always deigns to speak, when the wind comes calling.

What in event bears the signature of the universe, rearing to get your attention? The motif to outshine the conscious motive.

But a state of inertia is no fit place for a discourse. So this course turns, like a tightened corset tug, kneading the reins to re-enter the boundless night.

Proof of love is in the other. It calls for no other ensign.

But for a lover, that is never enough. And identity toils, and form reappears to make its foil. Syllables catch their caches of words and attributes identify their adjectifying constitutes. Grammar makes itself out to call time.

The tertiary makes inertia. And its measure not without its trial. Attestation to bridge the subjective, and requite to meet its respite.

Parables compete with aphorisms and silence extends to after thought.

Laughter is sought, giggles a universal type-set to calm home, the feeling hones to recognise its marker, like a horse with no name, sure-footed yet to a mystic muse. Until enthuse articulates enough felt to call the same.

Travails of consciousness shadow ancient histories like a mystery in aim.

Like every other, hears a pond of empathetic acclaim. Despite and unlike any.

Consciousness, love and the Fool.

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