Rememberence of Grace

Cups of clover, an all-heal remedy
the ancient Grandmothers taught me
whispering in the night
at dawn
in the sweet afternoon breeze
at dusk
Easy to find
easy to wildcraft
easy to steep
easy to store
easy to use up
All about the ease...
That’s what they’ve been saying this whole time!
The more you flow
gather, hold, release, and keep flowing
What a lovely dance
The wild satisfaction
the deep fulfillment
of simply being at ease
in an ever-present awareness
I know the gurus talk
of the sound of the Universe
that hum, that enchanting Om, that harmonious intonation of the Word on the Breath of Divine Lips
But, sometimes,
like my Ancient Grandmothers before me,
I can lay on spring grass in sunlight dappled shade and close my eyes...
and I hear the Universal sound
as the River Flow... a symphony of every vibration
gathering, dancing, releasing, flowing, ebbing, swirling, holding, rippling, calming, flowing, gathering, dancing, releasing, ebbing, swirling, flowing, calming, rippling, holding, flowing

​Original Poetry by Cynthia Botsko,
Inspired by “Stability, 9 of Cups” from The Sacred Circle Tarot, by Anna Franklin & Paul Mason