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Margarete Petersen: Prince of Cups
Sohn der Kelche
I see a wooden or masked and partly discumbobulated prince sunken deep at the bottom of a lake, surrounded by bubbles the color of kelp, and a blue spirit rising free above him, as if it were his spirit floating free on the astral plane.
The image and MP's text suggest something beyond the normal "dreamy romantic type" for this prince -- here is one who feels most comfortable in the astral plane, it would seem! Not just a free spirit, but a free floating spirit!
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Sohn der Kelche
I see a wooden or masked and partly discumbobulated prince sunken deep at the bottom of a lake, surrounded by bubbles the color of kelp, and a blue spirit rising free above him, as if it were his spirit floating free on the astral plane.
- Translation
My mother gave me compassion. My father taught me the language of the waters. My sister, pure as a lotus blossom, gave me tenderness. I drink and drink, and yet no water can quench my thirst. I am familiar with all the reflexions on my skin. Sometimes I see my father, I have forgotten where my mother lives. Like the flower petal, I float on the waves of self-remembrance. In the dark of night, I feel gounded and the architecture of my thoughts flows. In daytime, the sharp knife of my understanding splits me. I feel sad, and conceal it. Twighlight lets me come to peace. The control sleeps, and I float on the spring through the mirrors. I let myself fall, my carapace grows weak. Following the traces of a thousand pearls of air, I sink to the ground, with the melting sensation that waits for me.
The image and MP's text suggest something beyond the normal "dreamy romantic type" for this prince -- here is one who feels most comfortable in the astral plane, it would seem! Not just a free spirit, but a free floating spirit!
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