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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?

the golden mean

August 27, 2025 at 5:13pm
August 27, 2025 at 5:13pm
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Morning

I go outside at daybreak
to kiss the ground
with my feet,
to let the photons of the sun
scrub my rods and cones.
In my tiny garden
I create a runway
for birds, butterflies,
a 101 crawling beings.
I push my fingers
into the dirt.
I hunt for moss.
Already, the daytime veil is lifting.
I know not
what tears may come today.
I will not quaver.
I will dance.

17 lines

prompt: use the words kiss, daybreak and tear in a poem


The HerbCrafter's Tarot--13--Death--Marigold--Delight in your beautiful moments.

August 24, 2025 at 4:24pm
August 24, 2025 at 4:24pm
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I Remember

I remember love
though the cards dealt early
were tough,
I was dense with love.
I remember love
and send it now like a signal
spiraling
to family and friends
a shallow enemy or two.
Love was all there was
when the creation's shell
cracked open.
At the end
the only rule
is that there still is love.
And I will remember.

16 lines
prompt: title I Remember

Pholarchos Tarot--Queen of Spirals--Protect what you hold dear.
August 7, 2025 at 6:34pm
August 7, 2025 at 6:34pm
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In Between

When I pray
I go to a place in between
not a church
not a garden.
I search for cracks,
for windows and waves
for the strong siren call
of All That Is.
I bring back souvenirs,
a rock, a feather, a shell.
I show up and show out.
I ring the bell
that only I can ring.

13 lines

Promt Title of a poem: The Place In Between

360 Degrees of Wisdom--Leo 20--Restoring spirit. Rituals and worship.


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