There is something very pure about a Virgo, no matter what muck s/he may fall into. You can be hypercritical, not out of meanness, but a desire to bring out the best. You are hard workers, because you don’t think of it as hard work, but as what needs to be done to make the real as close as possible to the ideal. You are practical, yet magical. You have a vision and no doubt that that vision can be realized. Virgo is the sign of the Vestal Virgin, consecrated to the gods, and bringing that spiritual consciousness into the everyday. Virgo is the sign of the farmer, working in the fields to bring forth the harvest to feed the community. Virgo takes care of the devil in the details, counts the angels dancing on the pin, and serves both commoner and king all in a day’s work.
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Virgo
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Snow-white light on field’s relief
reflects upon divine belief.
Virgo native, life bequeaths you,
standing proud among your sheaths,
cunning service, gifts of grace.
In all fields is your place.
Virtue’s reason, mind and soul,
You plant the seed. You help it grow.
You till the soil and prune and weed.
You are the soil. You are the seed.
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Work of lungs, the gut, the spleen,
all we’ve known, done and seen,
reason’s truth that marches on,
with much to do before we’re gone.
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