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
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