If you get too far away from the root of you
and nature heaves your land up and out
When you extend beyond your reach
with the sky as your limit
And the moon singes your wings
If you wonder why IT didn’t find you
in the best lay of all your plans
When the reach was met in the extend
and the sky was the tower’s ceiling
and you never needed wings anyway
If you seek only for the finding
In the outcome hope that you will get It
When your root needs a drink
from the parch lament of the Sun
And flying, circles you back to home
If living in the ‘if’ dampers your choices
points a finger at what is or isn’t
heaves you up from the root of you
and holds you hostage to the ‘if only’
What if you noticed you’re good right now?
DAILY TAROT AND NUMBERS
10 jan 2012 > 16/7 > Tower/Charioteer
How do you ground your focus?
Does it matter that something/someone will always be one step ahead of you?
How much more do you need to get to where you are?