In the Land of Self, four Queens reside.

The helm of embodiment imbued in their crowns 

The Queen of Cups, in her Aqueous Power, swims deep in the currents of intuitive knowing.

Fluid and maleable, the essence of florescence blossoms from her fingertips.

The radiance of her heart illuminates the sky as the waters of her being lie sparkling in stillness below.

Her awareness settles softly in the clouds above, a loving observer of wholeness.

With a knowing of the inevitable ebbing of tides, she nods to her inner storm.

She winks at her willingness to carve canyons with the force of her currents

And bows to the vastness of her inner ocean. 

The Queen of Pentacles sits tall in the Queendom of Gaia, feet planted firmly in her natural abundance. 

“As above, so below” is the chorus of her song, honoring the mystified, inseparable nature of polarity. 

Deeply rooted in the soil of her true nature, reaping the nutrients of darkness that lurk in her shadow 

She lifts her eyes to the sun, her gaze caressing the cosmos, bathing in the warmth of her sovereign Self 

Woven into the fabric of infinite abundance, questions of worth are diminished to whispers 

as they dissolve in the alchemical fire of knowing one’s worth. 

The Queen of Swords yields wise discernment in a world that questions her truth.

Bearing a sharpness of tongue and quick wit of mind, her sword splices the muck of half-truth

and dissects the density of deception, leaving nothing but the bare naked truth glimmering before the eyes of God.

An illusion of coldness sends shivers down the spine of those who lack clarity of their own mind, 

incapable of witnessing the warmth she bears in her delicate dance with honesty. 

Unfazed and unshaken, her service of swordplay calls forth worthy opponents who do not tremble in the face of her truth. 

The Queen of Wands, oozing with Dharmic Beauty, brings kindling to the flame of her alchemical fire.

A motherly warmth of authentic expression beckons the fearless and the brave, and urges the weary and drained. 

She treks the rolling dunes of her inner desert, in bold pursuit of her Highest Self.

Attuned to the prayers of her Daimon, she follows the compass of heart desire to broader horizons, towering peaks, and rushing rivers of truth. 

Her vibrant transcendence illuminates the night - a lighthouse for the lost, a mirror for the found, and a guidepost of remembrance for Self. 

In a tender and nuanced Constellation of Sovereignty, these Queens reign the Land of Self

Watering their dreams, 

rooting in abundance, 

yielding their truth, 

and tending the fire of their Dharma.