Tarot Suite #9

Original Tarot Card Design
Copyright Kerry O'Connor
@nexuscarddesign

Wheel of Fortune

I sense the universe
with the soles of my feet,
in the elements of starfields
wherein I, and all, find means to grow.
There are things I cannot move
by will alone. Things deeper
than forgiveness.
This Earth, this planet, is part
of a wheel turning
within infinite wheels, a cog
of cosmic ecology, and I
am revolving through
a synchronicity
of inner space and time,
with no more weight
than a single grain of sand.
There is healing to be found
in acceptance, in letting go.



Written for the final Wordy Friday with Wild Woman, Sherry Blue Sky, who has been a constant source of inspiration to me from my earliest days of online poetry blogging. Without a shadow of a doubt, none of this would have happened without her. The Wheel of Fortune brought us together. Now one cycle may be over, but a new cycle will begin in the fertile grounds of the old - such cosmic energy cannot be destroyed.

The Wheel

@skyloverpoetry

The wheel is no measure
of civilised thinking:
not much of a leap from rolling rocks
downhill bemused by momentum
when fear persists, turning
quickly to blood
but we learn to wake
and sleep,
count the days,
scratch our names on stone
while fine philosophy burns out
against a murky backdrop
of human history.

This is a rewrite of an older piece, which I cut down considerably.