On All-Hallow's Eve
When the veil is thin
See the leaves turn bloody
Feel the winds seep in
You act out your fears
You indulge your sins
You release your demons
From the cages within
This is as it should be
Though it chills your skin
If you seek renewal
Let the spell begin
This cross-quarter day
Let the darkness win
Listen for the whispers
Of your long dead kin
From the mortal coil
Oldest souls unleashed
Speaking from the beyond
Long ago deceased
How their stories echo
How their spirits rise
They know all your secrets
and your wickedest lies
Still these souls keep watch
Guardians of the night
Mortal fools take solace
In their ghostly light
spirituality
Major Arcana
0
Void. Sight of conception. Joyful. Nucleic.
I
Telekinetic. Mind made matter. Prefigurative.
II
The witch understands what the king cannot. Listen.
III
The orchard flourishing; the rivers replete.
IV
I see a city in this place.
V
The king’s council. The prophet’s apostle. Does order bring meaning or control?
VI
She, he, they. (re) join, rejoice.
VII
Drive. You know the way.
VIII
The unbreakable within holds fast.
IX
Still. Solitary. Enter the temple.
X
Tomorrow is the next reality.
XI
Settle the bill, or pay the price.
XII
Suspend your disbelief. The rope will hold.
XIII
The worm-infested fruit becomes the soil.
XIV
Rivulets in dry earth will find the sea at last.
XV
Where your self-loathing dances.
XVI
Unmake this world. It is done for.
XVII
From your bruise, the blossom.
XVIII
A wish, a whisper, a word, a wonder.
XIX
I live in the light.
XX
The meaning in the past makes the map for the road ahead.
XXI
One
thin place
Night ghasts dance salaciously to the beat of heart songs. Death roams silent streets and I remember birds. A lust for freedom binds me to greed and self-love. The fires of hell lick my feet. Angel wings caress my cheek. In this thin place From head to toe I burn.
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