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.
"They", who are they, say
there is no way out, but through.
I am going down.
Down to my beloved
and not so loved dead.
Down to the ancestors
I know only in my bones.
Down through the mantle,
and the crust
into the molten core
Burn away my stones, my scars.
That's where the spells and charms are.
Prompt: no way out
12 lines
Freeform
The Herbcrafter's Tarot--11--Justice--Cannabis--Seek the truth.
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