Card Spread and Thougths

There is always a Present to be opened as the high life falls to the ground, grouse fall to be picked up and delivered gently to hand. As lost men find solace in the losing. There is one

Ace of Pentacles, One star, mummy woman moan on fire with strange birds vibrating alarms from the barn roof cascade with roots, melons and ropes of cherry tomatoes with peppers She is rooted but reaching for something more to do. What a way to go.

Rocks speak of Influence into the soles of our feet, or the lined prospect of the plows genteel golden mean. There is much to do and gather and many times hard won shots are heard in the deep corners of the hedges near the center stones, carved my way with threes over fours.

Seven of cups, chalice monger, christ number brocade gowns, broken umbrella found out children hurt you and the grass is patterned by your lawn constructor to specification found in divine late morning dreaming hungover and daemonic green and there is fog, and there is rain and there is smoke and this is the second hour of time you have forgotten to gather in with the late season herbs. Choices must be made

Do you beat the drums for the dead who made Choices and felt the weight of glory given to them gracefully by the larger oaths of more powerful men of commerce and concern for the gullible future. Southern cross is made of

Seven stars, grown gourds, squash, vines, good earth, read red and not much to blue. She holds her hems against the tilled ground.  Overgrown and hunted over by many men from the city. Their stands chained to trees on the edges, tampons of scent tied to the limbs of small mulberries and sumac. Waiting, waiting waiting,

And I may weep the tears of a damaged Childhood promised in the churches of deacons and elders from the dark times of the holden woods of Lower Indiana. Uriah McCloud and Whitewater begat Sydney and Silas. This is where they are buried and we can visit the smooth stones and teach in the schools founded with curled IOU notes of the farms surround. Eight quarter section, Many creeks, orchards and draft team, shaking the dust in the harness. WEt brown now.

Eight of swords, the death of a thousand cuts, blindfolded and naive I walked into the swords stuck in the ground by all of the writers I read, they tried to warn me, but I could not take of the blindfold and she didn't guide me, because she was blinded as well. Sophia take off the making of the dark, WHy didn't I learn enough to prevent the cuts and bruises of running into so many sharp swords, pungi sticks left for me. Was it always at sunrise or sunset that I set out to walk on the razor's edge. I also bound as she is bound for me and my pleasure, fear of soma someone seeing me, so I would like to keep her blinded as well.

I will continue to mine for the root cause effect that was discovered only Yesterday
 Ten of wands on your back. This garden girl's mother in a brown plain dress carries them on the rocks and dried clods of clay that has not been chisled to seedbed status per the man Tull against the stone walls of the fenced commons. Maybe we will never know the power of the plow again. No till, no traction, we graze fine herds of shining beeves and we do not have grains of that scape anylonger. We rotate small sheaves of oats, wheats, malts and barleys into our paddock clockworkes. we are smart like straw now.

As it was in the beginning, we shall be forgiven the peace again and again for Tomorrow
 The sun is a fervent and vital young lass EOS revealed, Helios working behind the bar selling cranberry and gingeraile for tenbucks not deer but the velvet dewey folds remind you of spring turkey hunts and dark earth rutted and you want to press yourself to it like young men hiding their porno mags in the fields and wacking into the dirt. Ferns and fiddleheads may grow there. Surely morels have been found at the very spots., fetching and intelligent with wings that you do not see until it is too late and you have chosen blindness while enjoying the show. Supple, strong thighs,  chariots and the strange poplar that line the hills around Florence. WE should dance for her, yet for 5 she will dance on us sitting spread eagle while her closed thighs work up and over.

We have Knowledge of each other, there is not another like that meme memory. I wish there was a high ground to place this chair. But we have made straight the way and felt that there is nothing but wholeness to begin again. Clean and not given over to the dvine.

The Emperor has a rams head on his chest and math to go along with the rule. There is the sun and the moon and he has a certain wisdom and direct gaze. He will look at you and you will look away. Tools, measuring devices, embellished eating utensils and cookware. Self discipline, high on the mountain, two eagle and timepieces

Number 10 cotswold is the sour southern Place of our youth. What a name for a silly street and forewarned to not build many houses of mirth. we are kansas poplar trees in the time
ten of swords No one will look at you when you are cutting them. Another mummy in the nighttime being cut. This is a man's time to suffer. We like to pick scabs and we can top from the bottom.  Cut while trying to leave for another place and space

We are what connect us Culture ties and binds us to the world in ways that we can tell stories to ourselves and make sense of the senseless. There are some many things that do not make sense. Just like young children watching the same cartoon over and over again, till they have the jokes figured out we must tell stories over and over with subtle and gross variations to make the show work in our eyes. The sun does not shine all over

King of Swords. A master craftsman creates fine blades, Icy, blue away from the forges of Hephastus. His reign is one of craft and commerce. Anyone will pay the price to own the blades. Questing for more knowledge, mote making and right ways of doing things.

There isn't any Destiny for this is a walking on the water kind of thing. There are probably many many destinies that are waiting to be figured out. But tears cannot be ignored for long with out the laws of unintended consequences will fine find the third and forth order effects of this on your life. As I am poured she is poured. As there are many who pout and loath ther will not be antidote to this. And this writing is crap.
The Star night lotus, pouring it out on the dark earth, water, jewels, eyes and nascent breasts from birth and nursemaid duties. There are probably waves in her hair. And the progress of her tears wash like blood. Redemption