The poet reflects on the cliff’s edge
with a pure, inspiring naturalness,
her greatest journey about to begin.
In her left hand a single white rose,
granting her virtue, purity of soul.
Knowing she is protected by love,
she holds softly the faith of a child,
hearing not the whispers of others.
The artist who plays the wild card,
in search of liberty, love and truth.
She who steps out of the shadows,
her spirit in pursuit of open spaces,
spellbound by the sacred feminine,
a blank scroll of infinite possibility.
She who wanders in peace not fear.
She who leaves the past behind her.
Reversed she declares infatuation,
trusting this to be the same as love.
No longer heeding Gaia’s wisdom,
she travels into hobgoblin country,
resisting all change and originality.
Crossing borders into a wilderness
of wastelands, where she hurls off
Calliopean riches and pens poison.
Yet as the sun rises tall behind her,
shepherded by her intuition alone,
this poet retrieves her imagination,
stirring our hearts with soul verse.
Leading us to take the leap of faith
into those numinous realms below,
where the next step on our journey
guides us to the Magician’s wand.
Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2016
Dear Poets, January seems the perfect month to initiate my Tarot journey. Blessings, Deborah.