Poetry is in order:
Chaos within the Order
As I sit quietly with my cards, I feel the invisible writing of songs upon the air.
This hallowed ground- this lucky space- has me jumping up and down.
And then I realize that this is where I am meant to be.
All my life seemed a struggle until I took the plunge.
I have restored years of my life. I have restored my future self.
The world is anew with magick upon the mirror. And I see it now.
Added by Sareena Sandhu on March 13, 2015 at 3:57pm —