Swords

Ace of Swords cuts clean and bright,

Flash of truth in sudden light,

Clear idea, sharp and new,

Slicing straight to what is true.

Two of Swords, eyes closed tight,

Blocking out the left and right,

Crossed-up blades and silent stand,

Choice is waiting in your hand.

Three of Swords goes crack, goes break,

Heartache you can’t fake,

Storm cloud hanging in the sky,

Tears you never meant to cry.

Slice it clean, let it ring,

Hear that silver thinking sing,

Cut the doubt and clear the air,

Truth is bold and always fair,

From a whisper to a shout,

Turn the question inside out,

Ace to King, feel the swing—

That’s the Sword thing!

Four of Swords says, “Take a rest,”

Lay your armor on your chest,

Quiet room and steady breath,

Healing after mental stress.

Five of Swords, somebody wins,

But the peace is wearing thin,

Hollow triumph, sideways glance,

Costly little dance.

Six of Swords moves slow and far,

Leaving trouble where you are,

Crossing water, cool and gray,

Heading for a calmer day.

Think it through, let it fly,

Lift your questions to the sky,

Every edge can help you see

What is real and what could be,

Win or lose, you still belong

To the mind that keeps you strong,

Ace to King, let it sing—

Let the bright blade swing.

Seven Swords in quiet sneak,

Taking what you didn’t speak,

Half-truth steps and hidden plans,

Slipping through your hands.

Eight of Swords feels locked inside,

Fear and doubt you try to hide,

But the ropes are loose, you’ll find,

Freedom starts inside the mind.

Nine of Swords at 3 A.M.,

Racing thoughts you can’t condemn,

Shadows growing tall and steep,

Interrupting sleep.

Ten of Swords hits the ground,

Rock bottom is what you found,

But the sunrise edges in,

Ending means begin.

Slice it wide, let it shine,

Draw the boundary line by line,

From the first clear thought you bring

To the truth in everything,

Break and mend and fall apart,

Clarity’s a work of art,

Ace to Ten, the lesson rings—

Now the court takes wings!

Page of Swords with curious stare,

Questions floating everywhere,

Fresh opinion, quick to learn,

Watching how the tables turn.

Knight of Swords in rapid flight,

Charging hard to prove he’s right,

Fast-talking, bold and keen,

Sharp and unforeseen.

Queen of Swords with steady gaze,

Cuts through fog and cloudy haze,

Honest voice and measured tone,

Stands in truth alone.

King of Swords, composed and wise,

Logic clear behind his eyes,

Fair and firm in what he brings,

Ruler of clear-thinking things.

Lift it high, let it sing,

Hear that ringing reasoning,

From the spark of what is true

To the throne with open view,

Mind awake in everything—

That’s the Sword-born king,

Ace to King, now you know—

Let that clear thought grow!