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?
This is an absolutely beautiful poem And I absolutely love getting a glimpse into how people's minds & inspiration work - who'd've thought you'd end up with a lovely piece about a bird from a picture of a restaurant
I love the title and every word of the poem. You paint a picture that is universal for those of us who have reached an age where we are comfortable in our skin.
poems are made by fools like me
storytellers create potions
on the road fashioned out of dreams
out of time and mind solutions
and fostering revolutions
conjoining heart and head and hand
an ascending absolution
raise your voice, sing loud, take a stand
Form: Huitain
8 lines
The HerbCrafter's Tarot--Abeuelita of Air--Oregano--Declare your truth loudly and without fear
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