As the poet takes her balcony seat
to see the greatest show on Earth,
the magician takes shape on stage.
Their eyes meet at the mystic table,
where each suit of divination lays
within mind, body, spirit and soul.
Merlin stands alone in white robe,
red cloaked before the table of life.
She watches him as his right hand
holds a wand raised heaven-high,
while his left hand points to earth.
“As above, so below!” he declares,
as grace, virtue and light descend,
transforming midnight into dawn.
He who quests to perfect his craft.
He who seeks spiritual excellence.
Upside-down the Magician is foul,
an evil man of charm and trickery.
His deceit breaks the mystic table,
as this snake in the grass, this fake
with his four wives and mistresses,
makes black the magic of all souls.
Alas, eternity slips away underfoot
as his magical promises disappear.
A shamanic journeying has begun,
the poet has seen her potential Self.
Above her head the sign of eternity,
round her waist circling ouroboros.
The audience reveal she’s now part
of the show where attraction flows.
For as Merlin mesmerizes this poet,
the High Priestess awakens within.
Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2016