Tarot

Cradle the deck in your hands,

Gently like a newborn child,

And press cool finished paper to your

            Lips

            Forehead

            Heart

Wherever you feel the energy pulse inside you.

Let the cards be drawn to you,

Your energy soaking them in light,

Filling them with your essence as you

            Breathe

            Focus

            Pray

And prepare them to connect you with yourself.

There is a reason to call upon the deck,

Whether for guidance or curiosity,

And each time connects your soul to the

            Goddess

            God

            Cosmos

So comfort and understanding accompany the news.

What news is to be received depends on you

And the enlightenment you seek

As you toss around in your mind a single

            Thought

            Question

            Concern

To be given up in sacrifice for blunt advice.

And yet the answers given can only be deciphered

From their cryptic, generalized state

By the reader who is willing to

            Accept

            Interpret

            Understand

The clarity provided by the cards.

For the reader knows answers already lie waiting inside.