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 |  My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you? |
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?  |
Silence Scientists say in two hours of silence mice can regenerate neurons. At night, with two hours of silence under the runway of the Milky Way I strain to hear the light balls of stars, and the floating notes of poinciana and magnolia blossoms. There is no true silence here, wind rustle, frog bustle. My spirit remembers, Ave Maria, gracia plenar. Deep in my hippocampus I hear my rodent synapses returning. 15 lines Prompt: In silence, what is the most prominent sound you hear. Somnia Tarot--Page of Wans--In the dark, in the silence are messages. |
Silence Did you know that silence can burn? Do you feel it, that rustle of air against your skin, those lengthening shadows building an altar around you, your legacy scars prickling with healing. In the presence of mine enemies I am silent shunning the malevolent gleam in their gaze. No mercy. Go silent for a moment or a century. Feel the burn. 15 lines prompt--a poem about silence Dark Goddess Tarot--XVI--Destruction--Kali--All the world changes |
An Economy of Prayer Animism is normative consciousness. Consciousness proceeds from animism. Sentient beings are everywhere. Everywhere, rocks, trees, planets are sentient economies of prayer. Prayer is a gifting economy. 6 lines Form: mirror sestet non-rhyming The Herbcrafter's Tarot--2. The High Priestess--Mugwort--Awaken ancient memory |
Talismans Once upon a time I was brave and I was wise but began practicing invisibility. Neither here, nor never truly there. Still I gathered memories and talismans, feathers, stones, shells, pressed flowers. With these I work a spell, a puzzle that clatters. My sloshing heart intones, I am old, I am tired. Now, make me brave, make me wise. 16 lines prompt: a photo of gathered treasures The Sabian Oracle--Libra 5--I called the New World into existance to redress the balance of the Old. |
Papers I was a timid girl and didn't like dolls but soothed my fears with books and paper. In the scrap bins of a printing shop was a sea of color free to carry home. And there I made stars, and cities and farms nestled in imagined hills. I wrote endless lists of future things to gaze upon. 14 lines Prompt: write a poem about a childhood toy Pholarchos Tarot--19--Sun--Whatever you do in this life, find your essence and be true to it. |
Hymn IV--Blue Madonna This picture, my totem, my touchstone a Blue Madonna pensive, serene, surely before the crucifixion. My holy child, at forty-five baptized this Good Friday. Mama Mary and I wait for a takeover of hope in the world. Away with flashy facades and the low despots that hold and wield the power of destruction. I wait for a celebration of the heart. The Great Mother and I hold close all the world's holy children. 19 lines prompt: write a poem about an object in your room The Gnostic Book of Saints--XVIII--St. Mary--the Moon--be forgiving of others and yourself. Rest and recuperate.  |
Hymn III The cosmos sings with a violet hum. Pulsars and moonbeams blend to gravitational waves, end to end. Do you sense it, that thrum? The cosmos rings with a violet hum. Chanting OHM may help us mend if before our Divines we kneel, and bend. It is a plumb line, a rhumb. The cosmos speaks with a violet hum. Truth, love ,and friendship all depend upon us to protect and defend. So shake your bells, sound your drum. The cosmos rings with a violet hum. 13 lines Form and prompt: DANSA Pholarchos Tarot--18--Moon--All those voices, you feel it in the dreaming. |
Hymn II Blue jay came by today singing her song about La Dolce Vita the sweet, simple life. I joined her chorus with my off key voice. As morning stretched to noon in this broken world we spun magic at the edges. We chased away all the shadows. 12 lines prompt: picture of a restaurant called La Dolce Vita Oracle of the Essences--Sandalwood--I am connected to the Divine |
Hymn Beltane follows close on the heels of Easter and Passover this year leading us to the Summer Solstice, preceded by April's full pink moon. All through these high holy times and cross-quarter days through winter, spring, summer, autumn I have heard a grim hymn. It is the banshees keening for our sanctuary cities disappearing, dark whispers that our democracy is dead. Yet still, in this abyss there is breath, beauty, and light. And petals falling, falling from the redbud trees. 15 lines Prompt: winter. spring, summer, autumn The HerbCrafter's Tarot--8 of Air--Licorice--Proclaim your truth. Walk out through the gate. |
| Mysteries of the Night The embers in the grate fade to a glimmer. I pray to be dreamed by something larger than myself. Kali-Ma arrives, wild. ferocious, dipped in blood. In this moment, I sing to the Beloved, to the mysteries of the night. Ma, make me strong. Ma, make me fearless. Ma, keep me free, Ma, may I not faint from sorrow. I keep the Mary light burning. 14 lines Dark Goddes Tarot--XVI-Destruction--Kali--Destruction can be slow and grinding as well as violent and sudden. Get on with it and get out from under or be dust. Prompt: title of poem Mysteries of the Night |
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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 
This is the type of free verse that in my opinion suits Shadows & Light.
