The Fool


The beginning and the end is naught

In the depths of consciousness

something new is sought.


A flower is alive within the seed

Earth, air and water will see it sprout

in the warmth and light of Spring.


Sun rises from the nadir

A new loop in the spiral of eternity

ensouls a spark with the lust for life.


It surges forward without fear

in the bright sunshine of a new day

unaware of the dark precipice.


The abyss that awaits foolishness

and swallows the careless intentions

of the incarnate.


Tread carefully for the shells

of materiality are hidden in duality

moulds making a false trail.


The womb and the tomb await

the return of the wandering soul

seeking  enlightenment.


The Tarot Cards of Sarah Wheatley

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2 thoughts on “The Fool

  1. Victoria C. Slotto

    For me, this seems to be such an appropriate poem for the beginning of a New Year. The Fool speaks to me of potential. Good luck with your writing goals and I pray 2015 will bring you good health.

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