The Cosmic Mysteries Are Trying to Say Something

I am continuing to delve into the Cosmic Mysteries by writing poems inspired by tarot cards I pull during the Witching Hour. I sit and contemplate the imagery. Read up on its meaning. And let it all stew as I sip a few cups of coffee and smoke a few joints.

The poems just come to me eventually. Especially when I am not trying too hard to make them fit what I perceive to be an archetype. If I do give myself over to the voice as it comes, the poems write themselves. I am merely a conduit.

I took a moment this morning to not just sit with the poem, but to sit with the entirety of the project. It's been a big undertaking, and as of this morning (September 25, 2025) I have written 44 poems. I have 34 left to go. I am hoping to have the project concluded on Halloween, which gives me a few days to procrastinate too.

The poems below are ones I wrote the last five days, which is when I started a new notebook. It's college-ruled, and I hate it. I do love the poems. And in fact, looking at these series of five they also seem to be in dialogue with one another.

Maybe I am just reading into it. Or maybe, the Cosmic Mysteries are trying to say something about this particular moment in time.

What do you think? It's all in the meaning we ascribe it anyway, so I would love to read your thoughts or even chat in person when we see each other again.

Fortune (Thoth) / Wheel of Fortune (RW)

Remember All is spinning

In constant motion even when at rest

Cannot be tamed by Man

Who rides Its Wheel gripping for

A dear life He is obliterating

Wheel still spins

Will cast Him aside

Wheel knows time long before Man

Will know time even after

Man as Memory fades entirely

Remember All spins constantly

Feel our motion through space

Weave & ripple energies birthing galaxies

We are but a speck

Upon a speck upon a speck upon a speck

In a tiny pocket

On that long-forgotten jacket

In the back of your closet

Make your move

Remember all Spins

Is Spinning

Will always Spin

So ride Its Wheel

Generate RESISTANCE

Man's Time shall inevitably end

Prince (Thoth) / Knight (RW) of Disks / Pentacles / Coins

The Auroch tamed draws your Iron

Chariot across the cosmos

Let your steed steadily pull you

Forward no matter your direction

What is up, down, left right, North, South, East, West, heavens, hells

To the Pillars of Creation?

Dismount & bend both knees

Hold your gaze wondrously

Extend both arms in offering &

Witness Cosmic Wisdoms bound by infinite force

Become a stars-filled night sky become

Skies filled with a singular star &

Remember: Constant motion

Does not require

You to move

The Moon (Thoth & RW)

Beetle scurrying underground

Holds between their tarsi

Your illuminated orbs

Refracting light that cuts through

Our mundane mendacity

Causing waves above & below to collide

Creating a horizon over which you rise

Two jackals poised tall on hind legs

Guard two towers that

Mark your peaks

Between: An Opening

Your Third Eye opens

Becomes entranced by your luminous reflection

Upon a lake, still, blooming myriad lotus

Let all flow in rhythm

With your cycles

With your phases

With your frequencies

May your banality reverberate

Bringing with it

Ubiquitous balance

Two of Swords (Thoth & RW) - Not pictured above

Arms crossed & eyes shielded

Holding both beta & sigma steady

Immoveable even as flames engulf

And hydra lurks & whirlpool swirls

Midnight under waxing crescent moon

Blooms one five-pointed cobalt flower

Upon an emerald stem

Which petal shall fall first?

Which sword shall dispel deception?

Which step shall transmogrify truth?

Your decision awaits action

Move

Before the pyre lit by others

Consumes All

Five of Swords (Thoth & RW)

Broken, shattered, bent

Edges dull; points sharp

Dark waters nearly still

Kneel & weep upon its edge

Whose horizon marks day's end

Defeat of defeats

Your comrades now carrion, and

He, Set upon Man's gold-leafed throne,

Rules with His Iron Fist

An inverted, perversion of Power

Go!

Collect all dis(re)membered limbs

Consume what remains &

Upon the very last bite

His Reign will remain

No more