Tarot inspired territory where images are read, rhymed or just talked about
No one likes to visit a dentist – strapped to a chair, instruments poking in your mouth for eternity, water running down your throat.
The world looks upside down, and the wisdom teeth are silent.
But then the problem is fixed, you get back on your unsteady feet… feeling in one piece again… strangely peaceful, as the glorious being you are.
One is born with a number,
Faithfully following their lot year after year, as designed.
Till a subtle longing grows into a presence, a new awareness.
And, no longer a caged bird, one can actually cut the branch they were standing on.
To my mom
From the Variety show of life we choose a topic to explore, my mom and I. We pull the cards, as we would draw swords, freeing the bird. We watch it fly and follow the signs.
Card after card, spread after spread spins new challenges which we hit out of the ballpark. I always enjoy our communion.
A little bird whispered that we have built up a tremendous reservoir of energy and it is available to each and everyone of us. At our fingertips. We can almost touch it, hear it. Anything we pour that energy in will progress swiftly. Will likely be successful. We just need to poor it into motion, not into full stop. For if we build walls with it, the walls will be taller and thicker than ever; they too will grow as mushrooms on a rainy day.
So we are on top of the world – now what are we going to do?
Master trumpeter fills our souls with longing from behind a veil of stained glass.
Running from the old shadows we roll onto a stage, a Yankee in King Arthur’s court.
We wrestle with the new power, as we learn to ride it freely, heavens and earth no longer at odds.
There is a new nest for the bird with plenty of water and a golden flower now in bloom.
And thus the noble journey has begun
With divination and insights to look forward to.
May it seed the magic and be inspiring to me and you.
Tarotoria 