after the bitter blows
storms of blood rain
we whisper please
but death does not reply
the sun rose as if dreamed
the moon still inside the sky
This message from the Oracle recalled the Dylan song One Too Many Mornings (and a thousand miles behind). Sometimes it feels like that’s where we’re stuck right now.
K. 
Powerful image, sun and moon acting as if nothing at all is following a pattern.
I had a similar message. (Sorry I’ve turned comments off, I’m not playing for the moment, too wearisome. I’ll try and keep up with the people I actually enjoy exchanging with though).
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I noticed the similarity. And understand the weary.
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My was a very similar message, too–and so many of the same words.
The moon is very beautiful though and still there.
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Yes, very similar. And yes, the moon.
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In the center:
“we whisper please
but death does not reply”
We are in the middle of it aren’t we.
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We are.
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Yes. Just yes to all of it….
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Thanks Muri. The Oracle knows. (K)
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She, like nobody else, can transport me to some previous better times, even when she sings about the war. “We whisper please”. What a line, and what a whisper.
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Thanks Manja. I do lover her voice too. And she knows how to interpret Dylan.
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It does seem a bit that way, but seeing the moon looking down on it all does provide some comfort…
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Yes, it’s always welcome, no matter the circumstances.
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