she said it
and then she repeated it
we already knew
but we had forgotten
and then she sang it
in the voice of sunfire
she sang it blue
through the clarity of sky
she grew it greenwise
inside the trees
and with the wind she
sudden opened hidden wings
shining golden between
floods of cleansing and sorrow
shining silver under
the full stillness of the moon
shining through the dark
with a universe of welcoming
and every word she said
was filled with grace
and every sound that lifted
her voice was mercy
and every feather
was transformation
glittering like stars on
the outline of her embrace
When I saw the dVerse prompt this morning, I could see the hand of the Oracle. I had just written the above poem the night before. Although I usually use the magnetic tiles to consult with her, these very vatic words, which certainly did not come from the planning of my conscious mind, had all the elements of her voice.
The image provided not only seemed to mirror my words, but reminded me of some of my art from the archive, rorschach paintings that also come out of the unplanned intersection of paint and surprise.
I wasn’t sure how I would approach posting these words, but here was the opening. Thanks Jade!
Brilliant!
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Thanjs Petru. The Oracke knows.
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Yes. And so do you.
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This is very powerful, Kerfe.
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Thanks Robbie.
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Absolutely beautiful. It swept up nto the vatic realms.
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Thanks Suzanne.
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Kerfe, Looking at the artwork first, then looking again after reading the words, changed the art to where she emerged, shining. She is telling us there is still hope for us. Powerful juju! And the cloudy day just burst with sun!
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This is like a piece of law, doctrine, or scripture. It has so much in it that we should cling to and listen to.
she grew it greenwise
inside the trees
my favourite lines.
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Thanks Jane. Still too few listening….
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If only more would heed that voice of grace.
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Not enough around these days for sure.
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“and every word she said
was filled with grace
and every sound that lifted
her voice was mercy”
Beautiful Kerfe! 🙂
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Thanks Rob.
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Wow, this was captivating 😃
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Thanks Jude.
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My pleasure 🌼
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This is so lovely with all those colors.
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Thanks Bjorn.
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Beautiful — and powerful!
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Thanks Betty.
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