De Toren, het einde van het pad

tarot waite tarot

tarot waite tarotMomenteel werk ik aan een tarotproject en verdiep ik me nog intenser dan anders in de symboliek van de Waite tarot. De toren stelt het einde van een donkere periode voor of zoals Waite het zegt  : ‘ Het einde van het pad van de donkere nacht van de ziel.’
Het gedicht hieronder (uit de 16de eeuw) inspireerde Waite en vele andere mystici tijdens hun zoektocht naar het ervaren van éénheid met God.

The Dark Night of the Soul

St John Of the Cross

On a dark night, Kindled in love with yearnings–oh, happy chance!–
I went forth without being observed,
My house being now at rest.

In darkness and secure,
By the secret ladder, disguised–oh, happy chance!–
In darkness and in concealment,
My house being now at rest.

In the happy night,
In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught,
Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart.

This light guided me
More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me–
A place where none appeared.

Oh, night that guided me,
Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover,
Lover transformed in the Beloved!

Upon my flowery breast, Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him,
And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.

The breeze blew from the turret
As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck
And caused all my senses to be suspended.

I remained, lost in oblivion;
My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself,
Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.