Hang the three swords on the wall
There is nothing to protect or defend
What doesn’t kill you won’t necessarily make you stronger
but it will make you more supple, more receptive
It will carve out a hole in your heart
to remind you that you are a worthy vessel for love
Your heart is the Grail, and it asks only seven things of you:
Honor the holy fool that makes your cup run over
Do not let false prophets besmirch your magic
Resist ironclad advice and certainty that cannot be felt in every toe and finger
Be the healer of your own bleeding wound
Transmute your body into a home for your sacredness
Realize that the castle in the sky is not so far away
Let yourself exceed your expectations
This too will pass
The suspended stones will fall
and the bones of the earth will create a new foundation
You will dedicate yourself to the inverted rainbow of your knowing
even when it makes sense to no one else—
with your ear to the earth, you will finally understand
Here comes the sun
Unfold yourself like a rose who knows her due
Absolute, without a shadow of doubt
You will overturn those cups brimming with false promises
You will keep company with your beloved soul
Like Isis
wide-eyed
linked to the cosmos and bound to the earth
you will write new untold myths
You will reassess
You will put the pieces of your life, your love, back together
You will reconfigure the world into a shape
befitting of the hallowed secret
that has always whispered its eternal song within you