Wednesday, June 26, 2019

The Queen of Cups

She appears to me consistently
Showing me what I hold
Intuition, compassion, strength
Calm waters at grounded feet
Holding space for others' emotion
Reflecting others' depth
Channeling transformation

She reminds me to hold my cup steady
That though I have the source
I do not need to empty it so often
That I should not fall into naivety
Not overlook the obvious for the sake of love
And to appreciate all that I already hold



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Parched

 My love your love Acid Rain Pouring down on me I raised my face Drink it in Burning My eyes my throat So parched Thirsty for any Drop