A verse inscribed in fire and light.
Knight of Pentacles
He is solid matter, and by defying he obeys
A solid
A steel
A drop of water hanging from a faucet, never falling
He sits on a bamboo mat, his legs comfortably crossed
Woven together.
Breathing in and out. And as he sits on the peek of the pentacle
The lower points curve upward
Through his arms
And the spirit of nature speaks Son of man, defy me I ask to be defied I demand it!
Nothing is smooth.
Nothing is curved.
But all is a straight, rough line. A solid. A steel. A drop of water hanging from a faucet, never falling. And by being obedient, he defies
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