The one word the Oracle was certain she wanted me to use this morning was coffee.
drink stars in your morning
coffee
ask for sky voices to wake
the heart
remember the magic lingering like oceans
dancing
on rhythms of never
mind
give time the eye
of breath
listen with flying
colors
sail open the dark hole
of night
We aren’t meant to understand everything.
(obviously)
K. 
“We aren’t meant to understand everything.
(obviously)”
Is not in your tiles, but it fits.
I like this. You, Jane, and I all had wings/birds. And my morning coffee obviously made me think of stars. 😀
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It’s funny, I did feel that needed to be added to what the tiles said. The Oracle knows.
The natural world overlaps with our dream worlds for sure.
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Yes, it’s funny how that works.
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I love that image of bringing the night into the morning and drinking it in. And the double sense of it, heart-dancing and the colours of night.
Mine was a dichotomy too, but I let the Oracle rip with the big guns.
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I do feel day and night overlap quite a bit this time of year.
Yes, yours was overflowing.
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There isn’t enough contrast. Nights orange with heavy cloud and days grey with cloud.
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Coffee is always an inspiration for me 😉
❤
David
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I know that.
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Ahhh, I loved your poem already and then my favourite Bob’s tune rolls by! ❤
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Thanks Manja. Bob was at his best in those days.
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I’d love to drink stars in my morning coffee! ⭐️
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It’s a good combination.
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love this weave of nature and life … nice song!
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PS stellar art 🙂
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Thanks Kate.
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