The Bridge Between Worlds

A Fool’s Journey:

The past does not haunt me anymore.

It hums somewhere in the subconscious.

Low and warm, like a lullaby heard through

the walls I once built to survive.

The child I was greets me at the water’s edge, 

with dandelions in hand—

not as a ghost, but as a guide. 

Memory has softened its grip.

I no longer rewrite stories to make it make sense.

I simply hold it, all of it—

and let the truth breathe.

Above, the sky curves into itself,

a serpent closing its circle.

The World turns,

and I stand in its center,

whole not because I’m untouched—

but because I was woven.

Underfoot: joy once shared, laughter unforgotten,

the holy rhythm of three hearts dancing.

I remember not every step i take must be alone.

The past passed judgment.

It cut with clean lines: right, wrong,

guilty, abandoned.

But even Justice has learned—

the truth is not a sword, but a mirror.

Balance is not given.

It is made.

I  hunger still.

A cup untouched, a gift not yet received.

The 4th Cup waits in a quiet corner of her soul,

offering not excess, but essence.

Not more, but real.

And then—

a shift.

The hands that once withheld

now open.

The weight begins to distribute.

The scales tilt,

not from force,

but from faith.

I am the Sun, unhidden.

No longer dimmed to comfort others,

no longer burning to prove my power.

I simply shine.

Around me there is recognition, 

not for performance—

but for presence.

A quiet parade of yeses,

a ripple of “I see you.”

Still, my eyes sharpen.

The Queen of Swords does not forget.

It names what is real.

It dares to discern.

And in doing so, it protects

the blooming softness within.

The boat waits.

The waters part.

It steps into the space between tides.

The 6 of Swords guides the fool

not away from pain,

but toward peace.

And beneath it all, a steady drumbeat:

the slow rhythm of the Knight of Pentacles.

I do not rush the crossing.

I build it—

step by patient step—

with hands that remember every fall

and still choose

to rise.

Mantra: Boundaries Are a Blessing

“I honor what I know. I protect my peace. What no longer serves me has no place in my future