I hold my deck and think with all my might
The Sun, the Sun, let’s manifest some light
I draw The Tower
Lightning struck and upside down
Am I in the midst of the internal shift?
Or is this my intuition’s warning?
“Earth-shattering, catastrophic change . . .”
Please let that be last month
And not in the days ahead
The Sun, I think
The Lovers
The World
Pull me something beautiful
Let the thunder echo and fade
Tomorrow, maybe
The Sun
With Love,
Natalie