2 of Wands – Possibilities, Dominion, Vision. – Tarot

2 of Wands – Two of Fire – Possibilities -Vision- Dominion.

2 of Wands card meaning

The two of wands is the card of possibilities.


Wands as an element stands for fire, and action. And upon the beginning of that action is the unlimited nature of clarity. That clarity is of possibilities, otherwise perceived as the dominion of action armed with the idea. 

To traditional interpretation, the two of wands is the formative idea begun upon its stage of evolution. Dominion as mentioned earlier is a primary facet. To other reads, it is seen as the start of transformation. Osho calls it possibilities. 

As the two of light, this stands for vision, and thought having opened to formless boundaries for that un-limiting step for perception. 

There is great harmony in this card, with its signals to inspiration in all directions. Such is the nature of fire emerging and converging ideas into action. 

The wands as a suit are all action-oriented cards, marking a poise or a stride in the midst of activity, both internal and external. 

There is an understated determination in this sign. The will is being forged at this stage, only to solidify with further action to intention. 

As the two of light, this is the flame that shines brighter once it has lit another. That the entirety of spirit salutes accomplishment to the soul, and in that act of purity of vision, is found the approval of all spirit and sundry.

Divination : What it means if you receive this card


From the synthesis of creation, a new energy of possibility is channeled  to awaken through the wands. The Two of Wands signifies a point where these creative energies are brought together to flourish and produce. 

Indeed this sign foretells prosperity in partnerships and production. The partnering to challenge and achieve higher goals. 

In a situation, this heralds a prosperous venture, a merger of sorts. It is a consolidated first step to a well deliberated plan.

The fire of creative energy or spiritual yearning are the wands; here, it is offered direction toward a specific goal. 

Thus, this goal, it is anticipated, and will quench the urge to change. Once determined, change can begin. 

This card is about that determination, resolve and discipline. The beginnings of the Transformation.

The Two of Wands indicates that you are moving into your personal power, to move forward with courage, originality and potential.

This first step in a new direction can be empowering so consolidate your steps and accept the road as it is taking you. This would be the time you can alter it to your comfort and with complete clarity. 

This is also a sign of possibilities, vision and inspiration. Often even called the Lord of Dominion.


Vision, the start of activity.

You can find the courage to take new ideas up and put faith in that invisible creative force that has generated this  envision of a new path.

This can be a dramatic display of abilities in controlling and combining the raw energies around you, towards creative will in its most exalted form.

These are indeed the fires of imagination – the ladder of ambitions and aspiration. Creative potential growth of enterprise.

2 Wands

Reversed 2 of Wands – Fetters and Possibilities

Divination : This sign blocks its own energy, holding back all the potential of the moment.

The reverse 2 of wands is the complexity of blockage in your creative energies.

There may be external issues affecting the chance or possibility for a fruitful partnership. This card advises looking within to find what may be the cause.

Starry Tarot.

And out of restlessness and unformed power one idea leads to another and often the first few are far from the final one.

Reversed, this does not look favorably upon situations involving partnerships or ventures. Prosperity is delayed and there may be an unwillingness to cooperate. External forces, restricting regulations, or a lack of support, may well hamper progress which already is in mere early stages.

There is a  slow dissipation of the creative at this stage.

Normally, the fire of creative energy or spiritual yearning is represented by Wands, and given direction at the 2 of wands. 

The goal, however blurry would then quench the yearning, dissatisfaction, or urge to change. And so the means to resolves are indeed determination, resolve and discipline. The beginning of the Transformation, albeit repressed. 

To its primary meanings, the messages here are of the spiritual realm. Creativity, imagination, Inspiration. Illumination, mysticism, magic. Burning, purifying. Idealistic, ascetic and Fire. 

All the same, there is tremendous potential that wasn’t quite able to fructify. The possibilities are still very much there, just a little diminished from whence they began. A little effort, you might find your stride again. 

Often, at this time you may find surprise, wonder, enchantment, emotion, trouble, fear. 

There may be sudden application of phenomenal. Wilful, imperial. A strong urge for freedom and independence. A refusal to yield to another’s will.

Sometimes to this sign, you may find Strength, domination. Boldness, courage, love of freedom, fierceness, fighting spirit, ambition, refinement, impatience, sagacious withal, yet an unforgiving and obstinate nature. 

 There is resistance to vision. Restrained beginnings. Cautious action. Inability to see the bigger picture. Possibilities are still there, with a little effort. 

Difficulty in consolidation. Obstacles to dominion. 

Also shows a fierceness, shamelessness, ambition, restlessness, turbulence. A card of enthusiasm, but strong self-interest. 

A coat of quotes and passing poetry


Quote # 25

Infinite – Mystic Poetry


You, the infinite.

Ever extending, brightened insight. 

The constant prayer, the inner silence overlapping.

Jubilation’s chair, hope in repair. 

Envisioned spectacular ceremonial mapping. 

A heightened accord, a breath-full of words. 

A heart-warmed ford to breeze through the formless. 

Your subtle starlight, strumming reflections elevating the air. 

Singing the day’s symphonies, dancing celestials the shadows in busk. 

An inner task. 

Particulars past. 

Temporal to godspeed. Salt to spirit. 

A scintillating urgency observations grasp. 

Lifetimes in repetition cues muscle-memory for self-discipline’s harp. 

The questions queue answers in beat-boxes. 

A hastened learning curve twangs to attune the twine. 

You in the vowel, my consonant delight. The heart beats a flight.

In another life of delivered letters. Forwards a meter to foot the syllables on your path.

All the earthly in ancient swoon, sunshine the moon and back in your smile. 

Upon my lips, it stays awhile. Sating to the shine of your ways, for always.  

Above feeling and sensation. 

In the place of repose. 

In the melding of form to the soul’s reform. The one love that pervades, the universe’s fabric breathes to its cascades. 

I enter my Lord’s house, with my bridled’s reflection, the triumph that trumpets,  A union of divine circumspect. A devotion inflects. 

Amidst the joy, the singing vessel howls a well of tears, a sacred lake in reverence, a river of light flows its deliverance. Time halts its constant march, offering the Moon’s reprieve from eternal parch. The winds spread to nature’s enchant, bowing to ripen and attune the tree of repose to a yearning branch. 

This veil of separation, the distance sanctifying in-seams. 

The breath in reparation, the soul reaching its light to the finite’s in-between. 

Transcendental until manifest, like the spirit dweller upon the threshold, gently waiting to adore. Cosmic the longings implore. 

Had of the cup of knowledge, sought and outpoured to healing’s flight and all manners betwixt in mystical rites. The inner temple to house and hearth the temporal toast, divinities in crowns hath not the glory of true reflection, than the accord of the love’s heartened renown. 

A celestial profound, to anchor my smile in your surround of eternal resound. 

Patience beckons its coast, like the waves merely hover like these words like a pilgrim’s traces. 

Lit, the inner lamp yet reaches, heightened to your harmonies.

Like dew in the morning’s apparent adorn. 

Asunder this night of form, if you could hear in my heart, 

You would me as the shine in your eyes. 

And like the sky and its horizon, the sunrise to my surmise.

Slow dawn

A coat of quotes and passing poetry

"Surya Gayatri - The hymn. (Rudra) Om haam tanmeshaye vidyamahe, vagvishuddhaye dheemahi, tanno Rudro prachodayat. Suryapustakanakam kritva Suryamantreh prapoojayat.Surya Om haam heem hoom haim haum ham Shivasuryaye namah. Om ham Khakholkhaye Suryamurtaye namah. Om hraam hreem sarva Suryayi namah || Om salutations of being from body and spirit, to knowledge and sentience, purified and evolved in expression, hailing divine inspiration, to Almighty Rudra that offers us his form we pray. Fashioned from starstuff, the vessel of the Sun, illuminating into life, brilliant fire of the sun, the sun shining words. Om, salutations of being into the directions of space. Guide my being, as the sun, as the root of existence, like the sun. Shiva, supreme, that is, all that is. Om, in bowing to the hidden name, no longer. Now unlocked, in me, archetypical sun, in his image, in his form affirmed. Om ignited, Om infused, as the sun, the eternal, all of it. Om Sun ||"

Surya Gaytri | Translation

Happy to song – Belong

happy to reflection
Grace is, as you do. 

Form is as you heighten. Somewhere in the midst of existence is the marvel that you are. 

Any that find you, are blessed for it. Such is insight in your envision. 

This day is special to history, as with its yearly celebrate, for its kindness blurs the very depth of reality’s perception.

The unreal of attribute superseding even the surreal in a sentiment of tribute. 

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For the shine will not wane, the ethereal glow that lightens the stupor enlivening into radiance’s sway. 

This day to birdsongs and lovingly fawn, doting to the fabric that listens to glisten in endear and ensign. 

The timekeeper of skies of ancient mysteries, the regale past the hours of periphery. 

The ground that breathes a little deeper today, the sun that shines a little brighter. The Moon as it peers upon your smile, the stars that shimmer a little longer as if just to catch a wish upon your sighs. The solar system switches resonance to your heart strums. The galaxies hitching along for a ride by your side. 

Happy to you, and all that is yours, the universe singing a hum to belong.

What a day to be grateful. To move inward to find expression. 

The cross-correcting currents in even make, contemplations pure. An odd way to wish, outpouring to affections’ underscore. 

A profound precipice this, as with everything of your reflection. 

Passages of learning usually in me find your mention, in commune almost like turning to tell you your heart feels like home. But the intensity of the words aside, the place of inner content in reside. The well-wishing sentiment tends to sprint rather than run its course. A cursory glance and fortuity’s balance. A tight-rope to emotion in aesthetic alliance. 

Degrees of certainty sifting through errors of parlance. 

Revolving doors to the wisdom in ever curling corner smiles, and restful manifest to your grace in childlike eyes of shine. 

In a loving universe, your path would be to be loved. The former for me, an aspiration, the latter I perceive the path to you. 

If I am a hymn, I would be yours. If life is an ode, then beside you, mine be the road. To hum a melody until the wind traces it to you in a song. 

I suppose I could have just said happy to you, 

But all of nature and the sky too, to you glow thoughtful and heart-warmed. 

To be grateful to all of existence for you, indeed the loving universe wizened to its surrender and splendour. 

In a heart-rendered hug, happy to you. 

A coat of quotes and passing poetry

"Artwork of Minerva from Indian Mughal emperor Akbar's court, 1590 Minerva

"Those very groups of gods enter into You ; struck with fear, some extol (You) with joined palms. 

Groups of great sages and perfected beings praise You with elaborate hymns, saying 'May it be!’

O you, who in some pretty boat, 

Eager to listen, have been following Behind my ship, that singing sails along

Turn back to look again upon your own shores; 

Tempt not the deep, lest unawares,

In losing me, you yourselves might be lost.

The sea I sail has never yet been passed;

Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo, And Muses nine point out to me the Bears.

You other few who have neck uplifted Betimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated, 

Well may you launch your vessel Upon the deep sea."


Minerva | Dante Alighieri

Resumé song – The mystic’s poetry

(Poetry, humour and song)

I have a few para-dimensional mentions to my credit. Wait that didn’t sound right. 

Although it did when they said it. 


Am I joking, I think so. I should know better by now. But better knows me well enough. 

I’m also good when the ludicrous wants to make sense. 

So move incense, and a little in sensibility. 

This character is looking for remarkability. When he sees it, he’ll market. 

Over and over, remarking crimson and clover. 

Until it sits, accepting understanding.

Which on one hand, is just dandy. 

The other, candy covered in the mileage of smiles. 

For words, perchance and hee…

Asvini Nakshatra – Lunar star asterisms.


Hymn of her