Queen of Coins- A Writing

Queen of Coins

Legacy of the Divine Tarot

A Writing

07-15-2012

Adorned with the Gold of the Gods

I step out my back door.

Elegant and fair

the sun devours my skin.

Dressed in my finest dress

I kneel in the dirt.

My fingers bury themselves

in the grass

the soil

the leaves,

Nurturing this plot of land

the Goddess intrusted to me.

The hum of the Earth

happily reaches towards my hands,

accepting my invitation to be

and grow.

I stretch and lay down

on my back

my precisely pedicured feet

rooting to the ground on the

cool, clean, freshly cut grass.

Old ancient trees branch out

above my head as 

the sun tries to sneak a peek at me

through the canopy of leaves.

Centuries creep by

as I watch the sun and moon

chase each other 

through the heavens.

Ivy, vines and weeds

have twined themselves

through my lovely red curls,

around my arms and ankles.

I feel the Earth

prompting me:

Allow

Expand

Become

I hear the voices

but don't understand the language.

My body isn't discernible

from this or that anymore.

I feel myself spreading

pulled, nudged and pushed.

I feel the intense pressure

of the Oceans.

I feel the lack of oxygen

in my highest peaks

in the atmosphere.

I feel the imeasurable

agony

from the rape of fire

but delight in my power to grow

when the flames die out.

I travel far 

until I reach where my feet originally started. 

The Earth ends where it began.

I sit up

knowing my body will not.

I ascend to the stars

and I watch

as the the gold I adorned myself  with

from the Gods

glistens and waits

to be found once again.