The Incandescent Spirit

The energy is good: I can align
These crystals so that in the pyramid
The beads line up the way the crystals did.
You are a skeptic, not a philistine,
Demanding proof, some sort of proper sign,
Or so the Tarot tells me. Close the lid:
Some things will show up now that someone hid,
Some choice ideas light will undermine.

The incandescent spirit never jars,
It gently moves your soul towards the throne
Where you belong. In darkness, we atone.
It isn't magic, isn't in the stars:
When Jupiter fails to align with Mars
The incandescent spirit moves alone.