AND YOU’LL SAY OUT LOUD WHAT COMES NEXT
a Tarot+Poem by The Bootleg Bodhisattva
you sit down with two salad tongs
& a dressed salad.
your mission, should you choose to accept it:
un-dress the salad’s dressing
back to yesterday’s tidiness.
the task seems as thoroughly impossible
as squeezing an oak tree back into an acorn.
so the sphinx secrets away even her face,
bidding you to step into a beam of light,
into the eyes of the Guardian of the Gate,
into the liminal space of the Unknown.
the great test now, reaching beyond
the work you already know how to monetize,
& sure we started with the hardest news first,
but all moms know how to rip off a band-aid.
where there is Love, Under Will
there is a way, so they say
big wink-wink from behind gaping fingers.
the next surprise won’t getcha
just like the husband horror-movie guessing-game,
it’s not just the stories on TV that are formulaic.
listen for the lesson in your living paradox
to twist up the dial on your genre-savvy charm.
the weight of responsibility can’t steal away
the shining glory of your truest self:
The Sage, The Bright Mother,
The Star-Crowned Dreaming Alchemist,
ready to transform paradox into non-duality
within / without & above / below
the Pook will always try to spook you,
he & Gawtcha are great friends.
they only want the rush of an epic saga,
a perilous journey, an intrepid heroine.
every stumble has its place on the path.
juggling every piece of your love with ease,
you weave & dance & draw in
all the brightness of your self-Star,
as the vines of your talents
twirl artfully around the trellis
of your formidable success.
