THE DOCTOR OF DREAMS
a tarot+poem by The Bootleg Bodhisattva
The Fee Lion peers around stacks of dusty books,
doleful, accusatory, disappointed in your Honesty,
as your newly discovered resonance reaches out,
sparkling in eternal stars, spilling over ancient fingers,
offered to you in the smiling hands of the Faerie Godmother.
you are brimming with shimmering gifts
to be used in the service of your highest joy
through unbinding your spirit’s ecstasy, Ekstasis
from the gnawing expectations of others.
though we know there are no Others, even still
your boundaries are sacred and uttered in love,
refilling your chalice with the sacred water of will,
singing out the truth of your heart with fiery courage,
the sun and moon within you, swirling in eternal balance.
Undressing a Salad is as impossible as your wings,
and yet you’ve emerged new from your chrysalis
soaring up to undiscovered heights, unwilling to be chained
to anything in this world except a bright, living purpose.
