Queen of Swords
Aileen Sumida Evans
No man or woman dare lift their eyes
To the Queen of Swords upon her throne
Lest she spot an iota of deceit or disguise
And her blade unsheathed will slice to the bone.
While others sleepwalk in the mire of delusion
In the melodrama of earthly pleasures
She walks alone than be bound by illusion
Knowing that Truth is the ultimate measure.
Her eyes can see the soul of others
Her heart can feel their hidden essence
A gift wrapped in thorns too intense at times
Leading to solitude and self-protection.
She seeks the stillness of the sacred pause
The mudra of healing amongst the trees
Bridging the paradox of synchronicities
Carrying and releasing the echoes of legacy.
She is the Divine Feminine in every woman
Who dares to step out beyond her shell
She chooses to stand alone in Clarity
Than kneel before the shadows of the spell.