WELL-LOVED HOT MESS MYSTIC
Or, Lead The Way, Ooo La La!
a Tarot+Poem by The Bootleg Bodhisattva
Mischief and delight, the green goddess within you
giggling wicked glee unfurling her new white vines
out of the warmest soil of our collective being,
out into the liminal dreaming of your frantic mind,
out beyond mind into a safe space for your smile,
somewhere with a comfortable couch and passionate chatter
Nourishing the tender fruits you always knew
and always were capable of producing to nourish yourself,
now to build strength for a way forward,
to offer a piece of sweetness to the others,
lost now like once you were lost,
hungry now like once you were hungry.
But G. Hobyah that wicked little brain gremlin
comes out to nibble at the sweet fresh flowers
with the sharp teeth of his criticisms,
which are really all stolen needles echoed
from a toxic love your oldest addiction craved,
echos of a dead hurt, echos of a former life
Party hat on, my dear,
you are born again
every day that you choose your best self,
your bravest face, your sweetest smile,
your most patient forgiveness for all those toxic loves
and even for the brain gremlins.
(They’d do something else if they were good for anything at all,
but you don’t have to rub it in, because the truth is they know already,
otherwise they wouldn’t need to bully you, amirite?)
So yes, every day is your birthday
and also your funeral,
born again into the best you today can hold,
dying to every old self shed like snakeskin.
You will find the strength to jump
when you’ve already jumped,
and that means yes, definitely
go ahead and buy that cake.
