Tarot Tell True

10/21/19


What could he even see in me? 

He asked through the cards.

Cards that he’d never,
Thought of or seen. 

His intent must be channeled then

From wherever elsewhere.

Plucked from the collective’s

Vibrational conscious sonar.

Revealed by the stances, 

Landing as they happen.

The Grace's synchronize 

Surreptitious arrangements.  

Blithe anecdotal questions,

Aid his interrogation. 

As he pursues this connection’s,

Most favorable evolution.

So what would he hope, 

To want the answers to be?

If the stories match up,

This advice is for free.

And he values perspective,

The lay of the spread.

If this routes out pitfall disasters,

In the quantum ephemeral realm.

And of course there could be

Outcomes that'd never, 

Occur to him to think.

Why does it appeal to be told 
The one is insecure?

That his other is hiding his feelings.

Using them like manure.

For sowing his wild-oats.

Foundation for the empire,

He envisions from afar.
That's by unseen hands then built,
And that all unfolds.
Going up. Steadily, 
Manifesting
In fits
And in spurts.

Oh, Impressive Emperor Ace,

He is best left unbound.

In fact freedom is the prescription,

To spread all around.

Then all associations,

Are vetted even as placed.

As only free can we value,

The magic of exchange. 

Each unique idiosyncratic 

Habitual saving grace. 
Of our respective information harangue,
As we each teach each other our mutual minds,
'Til we fall into our graves. 

That's the wisdom of the telling, 
At least the crux of the gist.
As the cards that represent the seeker
And the sought.
Speak of a turbulent bliss.
The hands play off each other
Toned in language of growth.
Describe a cord braided loosely and thornless,
Meaning more compass than rose. 
The Hierophant, who's not a pachyderm 

Although a Cleric of Ganesh.
To the High Priestess enthroned between
The pillars of Eros and Nyx. 
Emperor toes to Justice. 
Venus the Empress card enjoins.
Two Sun Signs in love's truth by her reborn.
And are as Venus' of the two stars;

The Eve and the Morn. 
Promising fruitfulness in a future,
Even between just two boys. 
The Four of Wands, Lover's gateway, 
Of matrimonially joined souls. 
The Strength Card is a shared tag, 
For each their house of the moon. 
Which shows solar axiom opposites 
juxta or super imposed.The Symbol of silver in
The House of honeyed gold.

As the stars keep the planets as wanderers.
Portents of bolder emotional weather.
And his interest's Ace of Spades birth card,
Cognates to the Tarot's card of the Reaper.
Which at first blush seems a doom. 
But in truth it speaks to a bond forged much deeper.
Beyond mortal ordeal in this the ordained 
3D life room of a realm. 
This hellish not heaven 
but still not a hell 
That we live in.

King of Cups is the querent. 
The other we know is an Ace.
Who can stand below or above,
Depending on the rules of the game. 
So much like a wildcard as to be close enough.
Innate Magician energy verses an Innate Sage anointed.
Between the two there's no room or energy that is pointed.
Together a surplus of kundalini serpent coil dance of union. 
Separate there's still something to it that is worth perusing. 
Minds meeting, in astral space dreams; 
And mending the soul wounds presented.
Healing by sharing; of presence, and essence. 
These are just some details to satisfy, 
This poems hastily chosen title, to omit that would be lying. 
This whole final stanza and the one just before,
Were just kind of, tacked on here after. 
Hope the droning didn't bore.
As reading through it he realized he needed 
Back-round to circle.
As he'd abandoned his premise, 
Seemingly far too busy recollecting his ardor.