I asked, and the Oracle replied.
What am I searching for?
How long have I been gone,
fooled into awakening desires
too vast to contain?
Sail yourself homeward–
look through the holes in your heart–
remember the blue sky dancing joy,
stars opening the secrets of time.
K. 
You painted the night ocean, and yes, it works beautifully with my poem too (and Merril’s).
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Probably better with yours and Merril’s than mine. Cross fertilization.
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That’s a much nicer image than getting wires crossed, or radio interference.
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The Oracle does not need our inventions.
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We don’t need many of them either.
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Yes that’s true. Especially the destructive ones.
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I imagine those stars as aiding navigation homeward. And what is home? A place of peace within the heart.
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It is. We have a choice, what we fill those holes with.
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Yes, your art does work with all of our poems. I love the idea of cross [Oracle] fertilization! 🙂
Lovely questioning here.
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She is spreading her seeds.
Thanks Merril.
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Yes, as she does, looking for fertile soil.
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