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.
You ask me why
I go to the woods,
I go to breathe
with the trees.
I look for signs
but only find
overwhelming joy.
You ask me why
I go to the garden.
I go to whirl
among the stones.
I look for metamorphosis
but only find
unspeakable joy.
14 lines
prompt: overwhelming joy
Pholarchos Tarot--7 of Coral--Amongst heaps of curios, here is a choice dictated by your soul requirements.
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