The Magus (or Magician if you must) Is he-behind-the-sleight-of-hand you see He tells you things that you should never trust Like how to be and also not to be
Magician (or The Magus, take your pick) Performs the best when he is paid in gold Simplicity is such a simple trick Like magic that is heard but never told
Above, below, he’s somewhere in between Where magic is the mover and the art He’ll show you things you’ll wish you’d never seen Like flowers that aspire in your heart
The Magus or Magician seems to be A fool in search of some divinity. ________________________________________
Image by Pamela Colman Smith (16 February 1878 – 18 September 1951)
The Fool begins a journey without end A journey that’s forever and a day To find true wisdom and perhaps a friend Bewrayment are the words he’ll never say
Delirium and frenzy are his dance A solitary dance to find a song But if your paths should cross by circumstance He’ll call to you to come and sing along
I know we’ve all been called at times to sing And dance the tarantella like a fool Perhaps he really thinks that he’s the king And everyone must bow before his rule
His Highness is the Fool that we all know Wherever he proceeds, we all must go. ________________________________________
Image by Pamela Colman Smith (16 February 1878 – 18 September 1951)
