VII of Cups Spell
Sailing in a tub of bubbles
I am grounded in my troubles.
They keep me from floating away completely,
but they don't make me sink too deeply.
There's so much yet I haven't done
that my imagination feels overrun.
I still sometimes feel undone.
And yet, my magick's as strong as the sun.
I know too well that this world's not just pretty.
I've seen some of the salacity
and most of the gritty.
I still have some tenacity,
even when things get shitty.
Who am I? What will I be? Where shall I go?
Is the right breeze above or is it below?
What wind do I follow? High or low?
Which water? The deep or the shallow?
Will I unlock the wrong dream
with the right key?
Or, will the right dream pass by me,
because of too long an inquiry?
Will it slip away for eternity?
Will the cup I drink from poison me?
Or will it lift me, heavenly?
Will the heart I choose to love, refuse?
Will the life I live be of good use?
What if the what ifs took too long
and I never choose anything for fear of being wrong?
It's better to decide something
than to idle away into nothing.
Isn't an honest failure worth more than a fake success?
Isn't a maybe worse than a yes?
And a no could be the most powerful yet.
Flying forever,
in only good weather,
leaves me with an empty envelope--
the air's hissing
out of my blissing
over all I might be missing.
A broken kaleidoscope!
Sitting around talking
about what you're going to do
is about as productive
as a close-eyed view.
I should open my eyes to what there's to see
even if too many options confound, dumbfound, surround me.
Pop the balloon!
Choose a cup!
Sip from it,
Let your lips flit upon it;
You don't need a backup.
Just fucking go with it!
Take a chance
on the kiss.
Do not dismiss
the glance
perchance
to dance.
It could lead to bliss.
What if I coulda, shoulda, woulda,
didn't?
And instead
I could, should, would,
and did?
Will the cup I drink from poison me?
Or will it lift me, heavenly?
Will the heart I choose to love, refuse?
Will the life I live be of good use?
ABUNDANCE IN OPTIONS, HEAD IN THE CLOUDS, FANTASIZING
The Sevens show up as choices and rationality in this card. What is it you actually desire? If you have no clue, then when you start searching you might end up even more confused than when you started. Endlessly bobbing around with your head in the clouds can keep you from being grounded to your magickal purpose. Put some rational thought behind those dreams to make them into reality. How will you get to where you want? Who do you want beside you? Where do you want to be? You could be so terrified in picking the wrong cup that you never even take a sip. Do you want to tire yourself out before you’ve even gone on the trip? Take a few breaths, center yourself, and think about what you’re doing. It’s important to look at all choices and possible outcomes, but if you spend forever contemplating these things instead of actually doing them, you could have a life of regret and failure without even having tried anything.
Eight’s Insight: You’re lost and dazed in a maze of self-created bewilderment. Your want to find a reason and purpose for everything has you filled with listlessness. You’re kinda going nowhere, dude. It’s time to pop that balloon, drink from the cup that is closest, and get back down to the ground and continue living. If you stay there forever just waiting around, it could be the death of you. Fear can be incredibly debilitating. You’re going to fail no matter what! That’s what life’s all about. But just giving it a whirl, no matter what might come out of it, is sometimes a painful lesson that can be the most beautiful mistake.