With one foot stood in each world,
in each word, the poet gains poise.
For as both golden chalices decant
opposing spirits, a third is created.
This divine task cannot be hurried
until temperance, an angel of time,
opens wide the soul’s celestial eye,
to midwife the birth of wholeness.
As spirit descends into our matter,
here on earth we witness a heaven
that heals olden wounds with love.
In between realms we grow gentle,
learn how to marry, come together,
slow down and remember the soul.
He who favours Aphrodite’s ways.
She who follows Hermes’ message.
In reverse, you run into the addict,
he who renounces all compromise.
A self-seeking, disturbed, lost soul,
unable to curb his deadly appetite.
Or a woman who loves too deeply,
who refuses to choose moderation,
suffering each day her stormy seas,
declining to walk beside the ocean.
In the glory of balance we discover
our rightful purpose here on Earth.
Wisdom endlessly tests the waters
as we learn to assimilate opposites.
By tearing down the ego we follow
spirit’s star as the sacred shepherd,
within the poet’s tender Tarot soul,
lights up before she joins the Devil.
Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2016