"I have always wanted . . . my mouth full of strange sunlight," writes Leo poet Michael Dickman in his poem "My Honeybee." In another piece, while describing an outdoor scene from childhood, he innocently asks, "What kind of light is that?" Elsewhere he confesses, "What I want more than anything is to get down on paper what the shining looks like." In accordance with the astrological omens, Leo, I suggest you follow Dickman's lead in the coming weeks. You will receive soulful teachings if you pay special attention to both the qualities of the light you see with your eyes and the inner light that wells up in your heart.

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When they say "Be yourself," which self do they mean? Certainly not the self that wants to win every game and use up every resource and stand alone at the end of time on a mountain of pretty garbage. So which self is it? For guidance, tune in to your EXPANDED AUDIO HOROSCOPE.