This one really speaks for itself. I would like to share this one little bit from a college history professor. There are only two tales: of death and of love. I pray fate with allow me to find one before the other.
Tarot Cards and Fate-filled Dreams
He's looking at me, and I'm telling him about my favorite New Age shop -
I believe in the powers evoked by the candles dubbed Love and Creativity,
and I am waiting for that night when Seduction will come in handy -
and I tell him about my wish to have my palm read, my future told, just for laughs.
He offers to read his tarot cards to me over a beer.
A medium, he says, a trait that runs in his family, and he tells me stories.
The scientist in me, the ruthless skeptic that asks too many questions, that doubts
even the sky above me, that wishes to disprove every hypothesis put to me,
dashes away, hands over her ears as the gullible believer rushes in to hear more.
Though his cards elude him, we still talk over beer and delicious bar food,
and I am glad he has misplaced his minions, for I cannot find a question to ask him.
I wrack my brain, and I'm trying and trying and trying, until I am too lost in my stupor.
After a few hours, I leave, tipsy and happy and all the more willing to believe he can see what I cannot.
Two nights later, I am plagued with dreams of you, as I have been since that dark night in late May.
It has been my ritual, though seemingly unnecessary, since you have retreated into mere memory.
You deny me, my Peter, my crowing rooster, and you tell me
whatever hope I could possess for finding you again is all in vain, painting my heart darker.
I am still ever the theorist, and what proof there is in prophetic dreams is circumstantial at best.
Still, I am shaken. And then, like Archimedes rising from the bath water,
I have my eureka.
But now I hesitate - my question has been posed, but do I give it to the stars?
Do I give the spirits the ability to sway my opinion on my fate?
But I have always had to remind myself: there is no enemy but fear.
So I shall set my doubts aside. I have devoted my life to bravery, to being bold and strong.
Even if there are no such things as spirits in tarot cards, I will have my answer.
I will embrace my fate with arms wide open.
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