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    Cards: The Sun, the Queen of Wands

    She is the kind mother of heavens. She is gentle. She is of bright light. She has the gentlest countenance. She has the warmest smile. She speaks encouraging words to you when you feel down. When you have nowhere to go she offers a charming abode. At the back of the sun is her little place, where sunflowers grow and thrive across seasons. Here you have no need to worry. Here there is no more stress that follows.

    She may be alone, she can create though, so she never had to bear loneliness alone. She would beckon you to be kind. In the desert where all lives need toil to survive, she hopes that you might consider that another with a different way of life might just be you, in disguise.

    30th September 2024
    chinese mythology, deity, mythology, nuwa, tarot, tarot reading

  • Dandelions

    by Sue Tang

    I am where the wild winds take me

    For the sunshine blesses my flight

    The Lady Moon plays me her melodies

    Buoyant is the air

    Filling me with life

    The spice of the currents rejuvenating

    While the rivers dance and tell their stories

    Oh fellow traveller

    Don’t ask me from where I hail

    I go where the wild winds take me

    Soaring up like bubbling laughter

    Of merry children playing

    The wonder of sunsets

    Mystics of the night

    I am the Dandelion of Spring and Fall

    My home the vibrant green of the earth

    ~

    Exposition: Nature is alive, people. The plants and flowers; the skies and seas. Join the dandelions on their wanders, and you might find yourself some worthy wonders.

    25th September 2024
    dandelion, nature, poem, poetry, writing

  • Creature of Love

    by Sue Tang

    I am a creature of love

    I am the flight of melodies

    I am stars lit with rare life

    I am the quiet brilliance under the moonlit sky

    Some see me as a mere flicker of chance

    Some see me dark as their heart

    Some see me wanton as their crooked tongue

    Some see me shy as my past

    None see my beginning

    When dreams were taking their first shaky steps

    When stars were first formed, joy grew its young wings

    And the music this naive world ever knew was laughter

    None see that I’m growing

    The pain, the tears, the betrayals

    The first wing stripped

    And then another

    None see my truth, the pages splashed with blood, drown in vomit

    When love was the first whispers of my young soul

    Music my commands to the world shrieking in madness, drunk on tears

    Commands to take care of

    Take care of this precious heart

    None see the stars lit with life now

    For their shadows are long

    The night lingers like a ghost

    But all see the quiet, all hear the moon

    For their eyes see from their ears

    And their ears hear from their hollow heart

    Judging every but forgiving none

    ~

    Exposition: People can be judgemental, and judgemental people like to be harsh. They love to strip you apart, dress you in dregs and belittle every inch of you they find worthy of ridicule. If you grow up amidst harsh judgement, you’ll learn to accept that none will ever see the true you. You’ll hide. You’ll bottle up. You won’t tell.

    25th September 2024
    emotions, judgement, poem, poetry, sadness

  • There Is Blue in Every Green

    by Sue Tang

    There is love in a summer storm

    There are puzzles in a lover’s kiss

    There is friendship in every romance

    There is forever in every parting gift

    Just because you

    Don’t see

    Don’t hear

    Don’t speak

    Don’t feel

    Don’t need

    Don’t dream

    Doesn’t mean there would be an end

    Doesn’t mean it ever had a beginning

    ~

    Exposition: Things aren’t as simple as they seem. Are you sure there are no greens in your blues; no blues in your greens? We select our desired perspective to narrate our own stories. However, even if you ignore the hidden perspective, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, or is meant to be acted upon in any way.

    23rd September 2024
    friendship, poem, poetry, romance, writing

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