Even in the midst of a snowstorm, the Oracle is thinking of the moon.
raw soaring storms sing
the music of wind—we swim
dreaming beyond sleep
we ache for the still shadow
of the black moon whispering
bare beneath sea-sky
all the mother languages
held inside light
K. 
something profound in each stanza:
1) dreaming beyond sleep
2) umbra and penumbra
3) universal language of light
I need to ponder them.
I see a snowstorm with slush, but I see a rainbow in there as well. The image captures the message of the oracle perfectly.
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Thanks Jade. That language of light permeates everything.
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You’re welcome.
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Lovely
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Thanks Alethea.
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I think the moon is strong enough to penetrate the deepest snowdrift…
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I think that’s true.
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I want to know what the media is for this particular piece of art. Is it tempera or water color? Ink? Anyway, the poem created a vibe that resonated with me!
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This is an old piece of art–definitely watercolor, but the black looks like ink to me. I tend to mix whatever I have around in the colors I want. The paper is Chinese calligraphy paper.
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There’s definitely been music of the wind and storms. Did you get a lot of snow?
You, Jane, and I all had shadows in our poems today.
I particularly like the last stanza.
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Thanks Merril. I did not go out, but my daughter said it was about 6-8 inches. It’s very windy and cold.
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Same here.
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That could be the sky or the ocean, snow storm or storm at sea.
What strikes me about all three of our poems is that music in the storm/sadness and the longing for what lies beyond it.
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“all the mother languages
held inside light”…a profound thought!
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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