Find your Way
The secrets held within the cards,
The secrets I bring forth,
The secrets given us from where?
South? or from the North?
From high above, or far below,
or somewhere undefined,
From east or west, I do not know,
Maybe.. from the mind.
That could be it, you know, my friend,
Feels right now it's said,
The secrets found by turn of card,
Already in my head.
The cards, therefore, are just a tool,
A simple tool no more,
In my mind are all the answers,
From peace and love, to war.
Not just my mind! But your mind too,
Is where they may be found,
The secret is to find your way,
to bring them out unwound.
My way is tarot, to name a few,
Poetry and expression.
But your way only you will know,
Be it writing or confession.
Music, sculpture, even games,
It could be anything at all.
Go to it now and find your way,
Find it, and stand tall!
Nicholas Bronson
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