Eight Twenty-Two
Angelic guidance To twenty two Find ourselves drawn to Tribe and commune The tree of our fruit Path ignited Crown to root Clarity in where we come from Where we're headed too The cards speak truth Four suits Journey to World from Fool Stories told from the ancient forces inside you Storm head's Been feeling heavy With torrential pour Brainstorming lately feels like the mental norm When you're caught up in space Between the ears It can become hard to hear The ship struggles to let you steer Deafening tempest Her chaos Sweeps you away from the pier Twenty two The balance which exists is you One beaming eye Searches from that house of Light Calls you to the shore Calls you home We are never too lost, as we roam Spirit holds us close Reminds us That both sunshine and rain Are needed For anything to grow