The Querent – A Poem

The cards wanted to sing to me.Aleister Crowleyt

I wanted to open the portal

to the possible,

and what I had to know.

Each card was a window,

into another world.

They showed the possible.

The were keys to

the mystery that was life.

They filled my world with

Fire, Water, Air and Earth

Wands, Cups, Swords and Disks.

I went to them,

and took them from

within silk and wood.

I held them and asked

what I needed to know.

Then I lay them down,

and read what they

had to say to me.

* For Trevour Strudwick for the title of this poem and the teachings behind it.

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