Poetic Reflections on the High Priestess Tarot Card
Truth sometimes reveals itself like a flower, and sometimes like a storm.
Petals unfold within the blossom of my mind and I wake up with the scent of rose petals on my pillow.
The night before all that lightning and I dreamed of the old castle, the high tower.
The only way I see him now is in the half-haze of the astral plane where every passport is stamped ‘once upon a time.’
He’ll always be a man of smoke and schemes. And I will always be married to the truth.
I’m broody as the moon, with affections that wax and wane.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in a hallway mirror and the girl behind the glass whispers the one prayer that she knows.
I am forever grateful that I can hear her.
An invocation is just another kind of omen.
I am forever grateful that I know when to listen.
Stella Wilde
Cosmic Pathfinder, Intuitive Advisor, & Manifestation Mentor
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