I'm a Fool who reads your Tarot Cards To find the Magic in your soul I see a Priestess there An Empress, King, and Clown. A Preacher’s within And Lovers too In Chariots down Life's road Paved with Courage, Light, Fortune and Justice Turned Upside Down. Death comes even to the Self-controlled, To Devils Fallen and to Stars, To howlers at the Moon And in the Sun. Till finally comes our Judgment Day After mastery of the World So we fools can start again Our wayward run. Chorus Yes, I Play the Fool with Tarot. Won't you play the game with me? There are no rules. We're all just fools We're playing Don't you see? Just playing Don't you see?
So, I throw the cards, You read with me, But not the way you think. You see, the Tarot cards End up reading you. Wands speak of your power, Your life evolved, Of eros, strife and grace. They open heart and soul, To show what's true.
Cups tell of your loves, Your friendships, They overflow; they break. Sometimes they empty out Their bitter dregs. Does she still love me? Will he say “yes?” And why am I alone? Tarot gives the answers Every player begs. Chorus Yes, I Play the Fool with Tarot. Won't you play the game with me? There are no rules. We're all just fools We're playing Don't you see? Just playing Don't you see?
Swords are about what's on your mind Thoughts that wound, confine, and kill About freedom from blindness, Nightmares and from pride, About trickery and hurt feelings, Crossed hearts and wounded souls About blindfolds dropped To see what others hide.
And then at last, There are those coins “Pentacles” they’re named About the world of matter, Poverty, and wealth About old age, And days gone by What's been lost and gained About work and building Children, choice, and health.
And finally we come to the Court Cards Kings, Pages, Knights, and Queens, Who stand for those in life Who sometimes cause you pain, Or for those at home or in the world Through bitter and through sweet Offer kindness and hope Without any thought of gain Bridge Yes, the Tarot Cards Reveal it all: What’s inside, And what’s out, The future, past, and present, Good and bad. They open up the darkness, So light can walk about To show what makes us happy And sometimes sad. Chorus So, join me in this Tarot game. Yes, play the game with me. There are no rules. We're all just fools We're playing Don't you see? Just playing Don't you see?
About Things That Matter 
Loved every piece of this!!! I’ll email you a real message soon!
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Dear Laura,
Thanks for your kind words. (I was a bit embarrassed about the breakdown in the middle of the song, but decided to go with the vastly imperfect anyway.)
It was so good to see you in Valencia. And the prospect of seeing you again soon is heartening. In the near term, we’ll be here in Westport till the 5th of September. After that, we’re going for about 10 days to MI for some time in “our” lake cottage — i.e., it used to be “ours” till we sold it to Brendan. Afterwards, we’ll return to CT for the foreseeable future. I do hope we’ll get together either before Michigan or afterwards. Both Peggy and I had such a good time with you in Spain.
As for my experience with weed. . . Here’s what I wrote after my experimentation: https://mikerivageseul.com/2023/05/28/an-82-year-olds-first-experience-with-marijuana/
I’m still open to further experimentation and to another experience with mushrooms — with someone I know here who’s an expert in the matter.
Life’s good in Westport. But to tell the truth, I prefer Granada.
Love,
Mike (& Peggy of course)
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