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
The Oracle is in a dreamy mood today. It feels very much like my dreams last night–I journeyed with some children through a series of untamed landscapes. The details are hazy, but the atmosphere lingers.
be ocean’s naked desire born flying with fish like no one’s fool sailing over night dancing the dazzled morning open like a newborn eye listening to time’s rhythm devouring each breath