Void and spirit, black and white, serpent and biped. Happily married and celebrating the joining. One pours her water up; the other pours her water down. And the scent of the lotus fills the air. Spirals and straight lines; one becomes the other seamlessly and maybe it doesn’t really matter which is which.
Is that really water falling from the serpent’s cup? Or is it some other liquid? Milk, perhaps. Or an ever-flowing fount of… In some decks this card has much to do with alchemy, and much of alchemy is just metaphors for tantric sex, so perhaps it’s the raunchiest thing you can think of. What would *you* like to drink at your wedding, dear? And would you rather be on the top, or on the bottom?
Everything is in harmony; everything is joy and hope and light.