Textiles Neophyte

They call me “pauper’s apprentice”. The
Value of my skills minimized to a heart beat.
My cheap labor is all that cloth is
After, that, and my eager acceptance of meager
Hot potatoes, but in truth, I shall thrive
Taking the skills I learn into the great wide
World. My hope lays within my comprehension
That with my indefatigable spirit I can make
This cloth a lasting example of competence.
Someday I will be its master, and then
Peace may be had over what I decide about
A single thread. Receiving the Gift of this chance
Without resentment makes me rich even as I
Begin from nearly nowhere. Call me cotton bale.

copyright © 2013 Vivi Sojorhn

Sage of Energy

Sage of Energy

It may seem unimportant, but my
Paintings keep the world guarded.
They are dreaming that connects
Before and after to this person,
Who drifts on the narrow ledge of
Life. Every event draws a step on time’s
Labyrinth, is a forest fire creating a new
World, and every action has results –
Whether armistice or war, freedom or
Slavery. My sunflowers soak up poisons
We’ve made for land, my snake vies with
Sun for importance, and I draw my
Soul in them, these creatures and fires keep
Me ablaze with a bright lust for life..

copyright © 2013 Amanda Morris Johnson

Four of Energy

The habit of giving it away can
Burn down attachment to any
Circumstances that appear to be
More important than they are, and
Allow celebrations, both pre-arranged
And unplanned, on crisp autumn
Days when the harvest is rich with
Apples and honey and there is a
Handy lute to strike up accordance
And early spring when joys cannot
Be held in reserve and tasted later
Even the memories of them fade our
Edges, photographs with sepia tones,
These little illuminations we share.

copyright © 2013 Amanda Morris Johnson

Five of Textiles

Every piece of fabric has two sides. Even
The simple ones do, though you can’t tell
The difference, and perhaps that is
What makes simple ones so worthy. I love
The complicated ones, with stitchery and
Patterns in the weave. Who can help admiring
the opposite, one side to the other? I am
Likely to wear the poor-looking backside of
A textile to fool the Fools. Let them presume
The poor gypsy wearing rags, frayed on
The edges and near the seams, if there are any.
I limp along through that fake hope of a
Crowd hiding scratchy interiors, towards my
Self, comfortable within, turning inside out.

2013 © Amanda Morris Johnson

Three of Vessels

Yes. This is the wet stamp of true
Triumph for containment. Kisses. An
Optimistic embrace of this generous
Moment when I can simply relax
In my soulful nudity and be who I am,
Right down to my emotional habits and lets 
Intuition guide me towards a state of ecstasy,
Shared with tender smiles and laughter. 
That it dares not cover my embarrassment
Instead stripping me down to susceptible
Joys that I wish would last forever, it’s
Like being in a naturally warm pool out there,
Impervious to weather, but eventually
I will have to climb out. Just not yet.

copyright © 2013 Amanda Morris Johnson

Two of Tools

Sometimes deciding on which tool
To use is half the battle. My struggle
To be correct, to find a solution that
Works for everyone has a surprisingly
Uncomfortable answer: vulnerability. I
Admit the false premise that this belt
Hung around my waist actually has
Something useful for every situation.
It is a step. Sometimes the tools
I have are the worst remedy and
Holding them is a dangerous peace at
Best, and so I lay them down at my own feet
Listening in silence, and at last access
The utility I abandoned: acceptance.

copyright © 2013 Amanda Morris Johnson

Sage of Tools

Finally, there is no avoiding this just and unjust
Confession: While the mighty blade protects and
Provides; it also defeats and destroys. As much a
Guardian as an Enemy, the equity of dreams
And nightmares of enlightenment, it comes to how
I use the edge that counts and that is why
I am wise to use it less than most. Grasping
The power weld with arms requires being adept.
Indifferent to the excruciating details of judgment
I prove life is as I want to live it, to be, because
I am an example of legendary existence.
Fairness is both illusion and true, and I bow,
Knowing there are no accidents, no mistakes.

The Sage of Tools is wise to how dangerous the tool, any tool, is in the wrong hands, and so he or she takes on responsibility for it in a way that no other card does, seeking neutrality even when it is illusive, and mastery of skills and strategy. I imagine this card as a sword master of old Japan, the Samurai class, who worked within specific disciplines. The sword allows for power over others, absolutely, but in this school of thought, power over one’s own passions counted as well. In many schools of initiation this is a peak experience, to master one’s passions and be able to live from a responsive and not a reactive place and finally live as an actor on the stage of life. As a Sage of this suit, we expect proficiency of some sort to occur in our mental work this lifetime. This is a different stage of learning from apprenticeship, advocacy or embodiment of principles of a minor suit. This is a refinement of mental skills taking place here and passing the trials that seem “impossible.” In all honesty, tests simply review what we have just learned and see if we really believe it and get it. An adept has done this and teaches that the main strategy is to stay alert and aware. Often called upon for strategic advice, to answer challenges no one else will touch and to be a surrogate judge in the affairs of others, the Sage of Tools offers a unique and honest approach to any situation that comes up because thinking five moves ahead comes naturally. Finally, the Sage of Tools understands that every rule is meant to be defied at one point or another, and views this aspect cheerfully because it simply means that there has been an evolution in that particular school of thought. When we think of this Sage in comparison to the other three Minor Arcana suits, we can think of the mental abilities, intellect and intelligence to be in dominion over the emotions, the body and the passionate spirit. This may cause some doubts of the feelings, the material world, and the spiritual drive to take precedence.

copyright © 2013 Amanda Morris Johnson

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