TAROT TONIGHT Sure hands shuffle, rhythm to reflection, seeking Calm order to choose the hidden ones, peeking
VIII. I bend low to stroke the lioness, untamed she Loves the harmony, teaches to heal me, To hold her, slow surrender to the wealth Of flowers garlanding the best seasons of health XVII. Heavenly waters, eternal seas, renewal Falls in scarves off me, from glimmering jewel To gleaming land, my cupped hands hold steady Balance in the newborn sky— darkened and ready Intuition guides me, a familiar querent These cards trust illuminate, the path apparent
BY NUHA SHAIKH fh 31
art | Michelle Zhang
I. Crowned with gold laurels of infinity, I close My eyes, reach for new life, swiftly compose The cycle of things, merely ebb and flow Clothed in silks and pearls— as above, so below
