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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?
Waking up to the dark,
waking up to the cold
resile light, reject sun
open to deep wisdom.
The Cook's Tarot--19--The Sun--Author's Note: I pulled the 19th card of the Tarot for this 19th day of February. The Sun card is blessing and beneficence.. I decided to go with an alternate vision, embracing the dark.
It's hard to believe how much blood can spew from a vein cut by a paring knife. My smart watch tells me it's only been 15 minutes, still there must be half a glass full pooling on the tablecloth. The room is unspeakably quiet and still. Eight chairs encircling the table, all empty. Eight candles, one for each decade, unlit in a birthday cake decorated with roses and sunflowers, my favorites. There are open engraved name cards at each place setting. But none of the children have come. My friends are all dead. I am old, and lonely. I have the birthday cake all to my self.
The Cook's Tarot: Eight of Wands--Empty chairs, and empty tables.
Prompt words: glass, open, watch
I pray the Rosary of the Seven Rays. There are seven decades of beads, seven joyful mysteries, seven colors for the seven chakras. At each
Ave today I offer prayer for a water bird. I pray for the night crowned herons, the osprey, anhinga, the odd Muscovy ducks, for swans,
flamingos, sandpipers and gulls.
Watching the egret
till it falls from my sight line
A psalm in motion.
Pholarchos Tarot--6 of Coral--a gift of water.
Author's Note: A haibun, combination of prose and a haiku.
I can surmount terror
and trial by earth
fingering prayer beads.
Pholarchos Tarot--Ten of Spirals--Where are the lavish gardens for children to play in?
Because this is such a hot-button political issue I expect some negative feedback. Carry on. I saw a picture of Soleimani with prayer beads--it inspired this thought.
|New Year's Eve 2019
Ten minutes before midnight
no revelry here
only rest and stillness
going deep within.
Negotiating the terms
of this incarnation
my soul travels
to the matrix of the stars.
Patterns spiral in and out.
I am well anchored here
bones, blood, skin
and nothing will stop me.
Pholarchos Tarot--9--Hermit--Be Saturnine--the old goat god within.