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ARIES (March 21-April 19): Of all the acts of intimate connection you should perpetrate with a wide-open heart in the coming week, I suggest you put one near the top of the list. Memorize the following 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. In fact, I love you more than I love you." (PS: 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, but I know you Bulls are capable of volcanic passion. It's true that your vivid appreciation of life's gorgeous mysteries is sometimes muted by your devotion to duty. That's why you should regularly squeeze outbreaks of sheer ardor into your schedulethis week, for example. I dare you to create a moment when it will be appropriate for you 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 am longing 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 the lines below, which were written 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 feel moved to address so tenderly, 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."
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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 and practice some more.
LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): Do you understand that you can actually listen a person's soul into existence? Your receptive interest in the inner life of those you care for 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 you're now at the peak of your potential to cultivate more potent listening skills. Uncoincidentally, you're also in prime time to ripen your mastery of intimate communion. Take philosopher Paul Tillich's advice with you everywhere you go: "The first duty of love is to listen."
VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): After careful meditation on your current astrological omens, I've decided on this assignment: Memorize the following lines, borrowed 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 non-sequitur. 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 André Gide. That's a pretty high standard, I know, but I advise you to do your best to meet it in the coming week; it's the most practical thing you can do to ensure your success. No matter what situation comes up, you'll thrive as long as you ask yourself, "How can I bring more love into the mix?" Now please recite these words from Leo Tolstoy as if they were your own: "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. While I heartily agree, I must also note that it's nearly impossible to pull off. To do so, you have to acquire a number of difficult skills, the most crucial of which is an ability to elude the numbing trance of daily routine. Fortunately for you Scorpios, you are best equipped, of all the signs, to sustain the heroic ingenuity necessary to dwell permanently in the blessed torment of love. And in the weeks to come, your mastery is primed to ripen dramatically. Keep this thought as your warning beacon: "The most dire disaster in love is the death of the imagination," said George Meredith.