Your future is large.
Now it can be why'd.
Side show shill.
Step right up, if you will.
Step right up, dear Questioneer.
Here's an army of arms,
An infinity of fears.
Step right up, give it a try.
Time to find the reasons Why.
Further, farther, enough and more.
Step right up, there’s much in store.
There’s nothing that you don’t possess.
Time to leave them begging for less.
There’s no mistake that you can’t make.
Magic is in the error.
The High Priestess
Welcome to your youtopia.
A bottomless lake and a cornucopia.
Mother, Goddess, a mess of blessings.
And here’s something interesting:
A loving pair of benevolent eyes
On every one of your future Why’s.
No matter where you’re going, where you are or where you’ve been, remember the power of the feminine.
Though her kindness is sublime, she doesn’t take a lot of crap.
But if you need your futures nurtured, sit on her lap.
The land, the sea, the sky is her dominion (in my opinion.)
She gave you your birth, your self worth, some call her Mother Earth.
But her power is not confined to this planet.
So don’t take her for pomegranate.
Guarded, well regarded.
Went to war.
Has a banner
With the Sun, the Moon and a hammer.
Knows the ins and the outs.
The patriarch that masks his doubt.
Early riser, spiritual advisor.
Also a bit of a norm conformer.
Likes his wild tamed,
His knowledge named.
The truths, the lies
Has a flying key,
A giant V.
Hopes to be Pope as you can see.
Also likes long religious talks.
-Really quite orthodox.
Usually calm, cool, collected
But his head is unconnected.
A sharing of lies.
A deep mutual disdain.
The old ball and chain.
Trust and disgust.
The dust of the lust.
An alarming disarmament.
A noose of a truce.
And a dragonfly. Why?
Why walk when you can drive?
You've room to vroom.
A dream detoured
You turn the page.
The two you's.
You're the charioteer.
Pay no attention to the man in front of the curtain.
Nor to the creatures that lurk behind it.
True strength is where you find it.
It’s lifting your weight despite the detractors.
The bad actors.
The inner and outer voices.
It’s making decisions, not choices.
Strength is not a horn you toot.
It’s the resolute route.
The difficult path.
Why? Don’t ask.
Just bend to the task.
Bend- but don’t break.
Seeing strength as power is a mistake.
I know you’ve got a lot on your plate.
Fall down seven times, get up eight.
Re: The Hermit.
Research some more.
Regroup and repeat.
You're not sure what you feel is real.
You see an Angel and a Devil on a hamster wheel.
What in heaven, What the hell
Out of the Hermit's cave
Into the Turtle's shell.
What hell, what the heck.
From the top of the roller coaster
To the train wreck.
Here's the deal:
You take your chances when you ride the wheel.
You take your turn. You give it a spin.
Revolve, evolve as you rotate.
Wheel of Fortune, Wheel of Fate.
From last gasp to first breath.
Wheel of Life, Wheel of Death.
It just boils down
To what goes around comes around.
How's that sound?
And a sword that kills.
A flattering banner.
A double standard.
Balancing cruelty and kindness.
Fine with blindness.
The verdict heard.
The final word.
And the three birds.
It’s time for a purgatory story. Things look bad but not to worry.
Think of it as a yoga pose.
A way to get the crossroads knowed.
Seeing things from a new angle, you dangle.
Legs akimbo, you’re in limbo.
The whirlpool dooms as the gallows blooms.
And the moon shines bright upon the day.
0r turn it ‘round the other way.
Or just close your eyes and trust your senses.
You’ve got some out of pocket expenses.
It’s time to let your ego go.
Time to convert the vertigo
And try giving Sacrifice a try.
This owl doesn’t say Who.
It says Why.
At least it’s serene.
The last breath taken.
The sleep from which you don’t awaken.
(if I’m not mistaken.)
Here’s the interesting part:
It could be a new start.
For your reference:
A man kneeling.
Poise without noise.
Done with the RIP
Balancing extremes, as you can see.
Patiently blending water and fire.
Quenching steel, smoothing ire.
The gentle wrath of the middle path.
Sure, sometimes the meaning is undeduce-able.
But Temperance is the forge, the crucible.
And at the edge of the pond, Flowers blooming.
Representing rebirth I’m assuming.
Toil and trouble.
Hunting the gullible.
Stirring the pot.
Trouble and toil.
A ledgeless gargoyle
A holder of grudges
Stirring the pot.
A trap, a disruption.
A dungeon luncheon.
The grave of gumption.
In a cave of cravings.
Still stirring the pot.
Pillar, lighthouse, burning steeple.
Up in flames. Down go the people.
Double crossed by the chaos,
Feeling the pangs of change.
The new normal’s a strange strain.
Keep down wind of the up heaval.
This abrupt disruption.
Is it a new start for an old fart or a volcano eruption?
You may find yourself asking why we really need to scrape the sky. Outlook, minaret, obelisk.
The view was great but was it worth the risk?
Sit and stare.
There’ll be future fanfare.
But for right now, backstage,
There’s a quiet rage.
But it’s all good.
The price of Selfhood.
There you are.
The very Who of the Tarot of Why.
All the applause, the flatteries,
But after all the curtain calls have called,
A star falls, reflects.
Perhaps what you really want to do is direct.
A narcissus with insomnia.
The refuge of subterfuge.
A benevolent violence.
The deceptive ease.
A somnambulant ambulance.
The hint of intuition.
And a moonbreeze.
Why not indeed.
Our favorite light source.
You know that glow,
That sublime shine,
That divine wisdom,
It’s the center of the solar system.
You know that bright.
Bringer of life,
Banisher of night.
The Sun will heal ‘em.
It lifts you up. Why?
It’s 25% helium.
The top of the list for the optimist.
This might be as good as it gets.
Take advantage now, before it sets.
It’s time to evaluate.
Put your cards on the table
(If you’re able)
Do you hex or do you bless?
Do you berate or consecrate?
It’s never too early or too late.
It has ever been thus:
From pre natal to the last gavel,
From before you’re born to the final horn,
The reckoning has always been beckoning.
Time to take the witness stand.
Put yourself on trial for awhile and confess.
We all crave good judgement, seek fairness.
Why not try a little self awareness?
Decide to be satisfied.
Whoever said you couldn’t have it all, lied.
More than a planet.
More than the Earth.
Your first berth.
Your home turf.
If whole was your goal,
Meet your complete.
This glorious place
From which the question mark curled.
The whole why'd World.