Another enigmatic message from the Oracle. But she always wants us to remember to let others know that they are not alone.
let time make a world
out of stars
listen as if wings
were opening to receive
the music of skyrivers
dreaming through your heart
fill each song
with between and always
here–
take my hand
K. 
Once again, yours, mine, and Jane’s fit together. Your opening is like my closing.
I love the wings and sky-rivers.
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I was thinking the same thing–your end is my beginning.
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I’d say it was weird, but now it’s just usual.
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It is.
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Love the art that accompanies this one! And I agree that the phrase “wings were opening to receive the music of skyrivers” is excellent!
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Thanks Muri. You can’t go wrong with wings.
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Another ethereal vision. You offer a way to resolve the ignorance and help us see what we ought to see. Our poems dove-tail, the problem and the answer.
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All part of the circle.
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❤ ❤ ❤ This one brought tear to my eyes. From Goddess' mouth to your fingers.
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She has the Oracle’s ear…
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So welcoming and comforting, her words…
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Thanks Ingrid.
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fits perfectly with my post, we are in tandem … we are never alone!
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So true Kate! thanks.
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Hi Kerfe, a beautifully uplifting poem to start the weekend.
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Thanks Robbie. We need that feeling these days.
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