The ample Cups contain the Water’s flow, for Cold unites disparate kinds as one.
With Wetness they respond and overrun and, yielding, fill the emptiness below.The Queen moves like the Ocean, and relates with Others, drawing nectar from above. She nurses life with Overflowing love, and gathers food for growth she incubates.

The sharp-edged Swords divide the misty Air, whose Moisture lets them yield to outer form, but they divide and sever, for they’re Warm. With nimble strokes their edges split the hair. By Eight degrees the wheel of nature rolls; Reciprocation balances the poles.

The sharp-edged Swords divide the misty Air, whose Moisture lets them yield to outer form, but they divide and sever, for they’re Warm. With nimble strokes their edges split the hair.By Four-square poise an Order is defined, in double pairs the disjoint poles to bind.

The ample Cups contain the Water’s flow, for Cold unites disparate kinds as one.
With Wetness they respond and overrun and, yielding, fill the emptiness below.The Knight, obeying orders, undertakes a Venture, going forth, by duty bound,
with Vital strength for which he is renowned. By wedding word and deed, the youth awakes.

The Pentacles exert the force of Earth, whose Dryness sets the shape, a rigid mold, a body joined together by the Cold. The solid ground of life confirms its worth.The Five erupts beyond the ordered bounds; the Crisis shows another world surrounds.