Wilfried Santer
Stretch roots hidden truth
Last seen before waterfalls
Iris dried focus
Bow your head - sweet blush upon your cheeks. Maybe there sits a tear - caught in the corners of your eye. Those eyes that are big - round - half open - looking. Bouquet of wanting is as big as the number of many. Enclosed by all that is offered on the branches of display. Too much. When a simple array of choice is present - needs - desires - wrecked cars in getting from here to there - close the tunnel. Wide around a heart is evolutionarily all there is. Is progression in a constellation chart - if wanting - envious challenge shown suddenly on the dome of a brain. Look askance at your empty hand fulls. Who are you without. Discomfort is an avenue of asphalt destruction when shorn up by envy. Is envy a cousin to desire - tender seeping of hurt. The world shows a plenty non-existent - existent only in an advertisement. Wrap yourself in a cloak of contentment with what is in the hall of mirrors. Each flower picked - saved - held - opens. Chicory crowds out envy with a smell of divine.
Muroidea Rat Tarot - https://society6.com/midio
Wide feet swollen from years of standing - clawed feet scratching their way to a mountaintop. The top is dismantled as the the rocks fall away - crushing whatever stands in its way. Trickle down - more like tumbledown - more like knock down - more like just plain down. Remove the bottom foundation - the foundation of people holding up tenuous sky higher ups. The din of sound is deafening if listened to with wide open hands. May we have Bread. Hands cupped to ears catch a phrase of desperation - ignored. Pretty words dressed up as rescue is a fancy cake that is just out of reach - at the bakery behind glass doors - crumbs for the mice. A bundle of carry holds treasured hopes at the end of a precarious branch plucked from the forest they have been traversing for lifetimes. Locked inside of the small leather satchel - cross bodied carry is a piece of paper that says you pass. Hold on tight - hold on for dear life lest you are cast off the cliff - precarious for not one. Heat of sun is massive power creating unbearable pressure - keep walking - don’t walk off the end of the precipice. One small leg of tickle is an unlucky pulse that can create abandoned. Layered choice is not foolish - understandable soil embeds your memorable footprint. Lady bug, lady bug - who do you know? Lady bug, lady bug - who do you ask? Lady bug, lady bug - red shelled messenger - droplets of dotted hopes. The rat creature is just like you - just like me. Only a fool would decide to turn back.
the journey - the sacred bee tarot
The journey is wide - poppy petals enfold the landing or the pathway. A little fairy bee scurries in and out with magic golden pollen all over his legs. The message carried back from the worker to the hive says - this is what I found out there in the wide, wide world. I interact. The dream of the hive is carried in the pollen that receives the bee so openly. All working for the good of the hive. One journey. In totality the collective work keeps the nucleus of the queen mother cared for. We each are the queen mother carrying our hive of minds with us wherever we go. There is a trail to explore - flight pattern redirects. Golden dust edges the heels of our feet - haphazardly landing in softness - perhaps a mess. we gather up what is needed the best we can - stuff our pockets full. Still it most likely isn’t enough. Radiating inward is a good direction to circle as one hovers midair waiting for takeoff. Suddenly - the wind carries us upward in concentric circling of chaos currents - release. Carry the messages of seed pollen - hive geometry - into the dark marrow of bone lines. Sketch the phase of forgetting that is necessary for growth. Reappear with an imagination coated in sacred honey hive collective bargaining. Stand at the table and begin a ruckus.
The Gentle Tarot - Five of Cups
Human depths of sadness - ring found round the earth. Ideation of horror comes from I do not know where. A possession of empty hollowed out blanks - simmer in places unseen and unknown - unknowable. Cups spilled in a life absent of warmth - plenty - flowers. Can a medicine of two cups fill the empty cups lacking in depth of unfathomable. Each born in tender arrival - mixture of expectation - dread - moment uninvited. Deeper exploration perhaps finds explanation - excuse - rational. Vacant. Dark cloak holds shoulders on, baring the weight of atrocity. Inhumanity. Walk carefully - looking into lava that is about to rupture in one explosive fissure ignited. For all of time - inventive structures hardened into lack of honey or water smooth. Cement builds cruelty - tears cease to fall - disbelief. Carried misery for all with the hidden violence of some - too many - too much. Let the hood of cloaks fall - see into the hungry eyes that need bread.