Reflecting
on Key #13 of Major Arcana
- the B.O.T.A. Tarot deck -
In fear and dread I called you "Grim";
why don't you scare me anymore?
Is it because of sunrise gleam
where sunset used to loom before?
Is it the seed that floats up, free
to move on, sprout, bloom as it grows
or glowing white on a green tree
is it the one full petalled rose?
Is it the grin on a skull's face,
the Mother's hair or Wisdom's crown,
Piscean foot's receding pace
or Hand of Fate resting palm down?
Maybe the scythe, so sharp and wide
that cuts through heartbreak's hardest stone
and that no matter where I hide
will scour sick marrow from each bone?
What river this that flows away
towards an ocean, far from earth
blue in the light of dawning day?
Perhaps I shall call this key "Birth"?
The symbols weave and cast a spell
that stirrs my body's secret mind
and drawing from its deepest well
ever more treasures I may find.
Izabel Sonia Ganz
May 24, 1999
My last Will and Testament
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