The Sacred Leap

A Fool’s Journey:

I was standing at the edge of all I had ever known

there was a soul stitched from broken stars 

and there were lessons forged in fire.

I am unable to put into words. 

The past, was once a very heavy cloak,

I think it now lay in ashes —

blessed, burned, and buried.

Above me the sky is a blank page.

Waiting to be written on. 

No maps. No shadows.

A clear wide space.

I carry fear no more, only memories.

No shame but wisdom.

No plan, only presence.

With one deep breath,

I whisper to the wind,

“The past doesn’t define me.”

And the wind replied,

“Then write what you will.”

So I take a leap

not escaping or evading myself

Just arriving.

Tarot Mantra

I honor the space between release and renewal.

My fire is enough, even when my heart needs rest.

I trust the slow return of love — from within, and without