Ten of cups
We overflow
There is family here and joy
He is the sway in your hips
And the whirl of your hurricane heart upward burst forth
into a rainbow
Some presence you have never had before,
Your yes to life
The hanged man
Is this not what we are here to learn?
How to be and hang
How to glow, at peace in a moment pregnant with
possibilities
(Look upside down! See how we dance!
How we tree our way into breaths
How we tree our way into breaths
We are tall for the coming sapling
Heart open, chest broad, in the now)
Six of wands
A victory
Health and a crowd around you
A tribe, your tribe to wave you forward
Keep them near, honor their love
For you and for this new life
They buoy you up
Nine of swords
What keeps you up at night
What good life is worth staying awake for
What tiny-lung caterwaul says you
You and you, the protector and the light
No better cause for worry, this Lilliputian miracle
Nine of pentacles
Now in a garden replete with growth
Redolent in the overflow of a toddling consequence
Perhaps there are snails
Perhaps some weights heavy on your shoulders
And perhaps the garden is not unencumbered as it once seemed
But the truth of beautiful harvest remains
When you have brought forth life
What you reap is love
And love and love
