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I pull a card...if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it was meant for you? How to Read the Tarot Begin by brewing a cup of tea, a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile, this is after all, your future. A reading at the dark of the moon is best, before the night creatures crawl and bad humours fill the air. Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif, and no reversals. Hold a question in your heart, shuffle the cards and place them on the table. Choose only two. Like the ancient Israelites, these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm, black and white, yes or no. Isn't that all you were asking? |
Queen of Cups Phosphorescent plankton gossamer threads lapping at your feet. Master the internal shimmering. Pholarchos Tarot---Queen of Coral--The whole feral world stretches out to meet you. |
Glitch There will always be a glitch in the system. We are not meant for utopia. Pick a flight path. Pholarchos Tarot---Two of Wings--Everything has an opposite. Checkmate. |
October A morning glory sky breaks, pleasure in this dawn. October my birthday month, stretches into light. Mangrove leaves excrete salt tears,but my eyes are dry. Come follow I am a Queen,drink of your self-worth. Author's note: My birthday is October 31, and I want my birthday month to slow and spiral to infinity. Japanese form: Imayo-- Pholarchos Tarot--Queen of Spirals--Taste the flavor of your own self-worth. |
Forage I forage for small things in silence: brain furrows pocket prayers minimal hymns diminutive gods. Tarot of the Saints--Knight of Cups--St. John---Heed a message from your dreams. |
Element 68 You cannot separate experiment from experimenter. My birthday year begins scratching at my shadow extracting rose-colored salts. My bones amplify light. I vibrate with subtle harmonies. I become soft, malleable,lustrous, seared, finished in heat, a quantum woman. PHOLARCOS TAROT--XV--The Devil--Dance with your shadow till it transforms into the riches of your being. Author's Note: The poetic form is the Erbium--element 68 in the Periodic Table. Created by me for my 68th birthday. It consists of 68 syllables. |
Alchemy I am crow with socioreligious constructs. Bits of glass, feather, leaf, a daily alchemy. Herbcrafter's Tarot--Adelita of Fire--Cayenne--Defend the integrity of the Ancestors teachings. |