Eight of Cups from the Robin Wood Tarot
I know this place,
I’ve been here before.
I always loved the forest, and
it was right outside my back door.
But times were hard and
I would wander in and out,
never truly seeing what I saw,
afraid to stray from the straight and narrow,
and besides, the path of concrete and steel
looked so enticing, so real.
But the forest was always there,
and if I looked closely enough,
quietly enough,
I could see movement in the trees.
In the land of the Dark
I saw the Light
and in the distance
for the first time
I saw the Stag.
I stayed on the edge of the forest,
still wandering in and out,
a little deeper now,
but always fearful of becoming lost.
Nine years ago I found the mists
or the mists found me
and the Stag spoke clearly:
“You cannot stay here.
Follow me deeper into the forest
or return to concrete and steel.”
I followed.
I journeyed within
and I built on the foundations
laid by the sages of Old and New.
Fear was pushed out by Love.
The Stag led me further.
I found a home and I found a voice
and I learned to serve.
The Stag led me further.
I found a path and I found a teacher;
I learned the Wisdom of the Trees.
I found a vision
that looked so perfect,
so easy
it had to be mine.
The Stag waited patiently as
the vision crumbled.
The mists rose.
I know this place,
I’ve been here before.
The mists are cooling, soothing,
restful.
I will stay here.
“The mists will leave soon,
and you must choose.
The path leads up the mountain.”
That path is steep.
“No steeper than other paths you’ve travelled.”
I cannot see the top.
“Could you see this place nine years ago?”
My load is heavy.
“Then set down what you do not need.”
I cannot suffer loss.
“You will lose what you do not need
or you will lose what lies ahead.”
I am tired.
“The time grows short,
and you are not yet so old.”
I cannot die having not seen the mountain.
“There is work on the mountain that must be done.”
Few see it, but I do.
“Someone must work the magic.”
I can, but not yet, not here.
“You will learn on the journey.”
I have before, I will again.
“There will be sacrifice.”
Nothing of value comes cheaply.
“Shall we begin?
I know this place,
I’ve been here before.
Yes.