after decay
the dark opens itself
into eternity
surrounding the universe
like the breath of stars
the voices of angels
linger red
magic
embracing each broken night
with a sacred heart
magnetic poetry
interchange
Some thoughts from the Oracle about Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above. The photo looked familiar so I searched through my archives and found my previous response. The painting I did was quite different, but the words seem eerily applicable to my present relationship to the world–“this false night, this held breath”. Am I who I was before?
am I who I was
before
the ocean remembered me?–
only a fool’s voice
sailing blue—
I listen for the words
of cloud magic
to open this asking path
into the dancing skies of always
On a Saturday morning in early May
A somewhat koanlike message from the Oracle.
mystery needs time
to know
what it is not
messages
Some words from the Oracle for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. Most of my collage references are in storage, so everything in this collage except for the cosmos photos were taken from newspapers from the past month.
What I saw when going through the news reflected on how our stories may change in details, but remain similar in form.
we are making
stories out of star
voices flying
broken through holes
that sail us home
let it be
surrounded
by ghosts, this naked
mystery–
haunting all
our ferocious ifs and buts—
who are we and how?
magic carpet
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt. based on the concept of the language of flowers, fit perfectly with Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, below. Fields of bluebells belong to the fairies.
Once again, I did a watercolor ground and then a separate watercolor for the trees, which I cut apart and placed on the ground. Then I consulted with the Oracle. She did not disappoint.
ghostlight lingers blue
sailing haunted on flowersong
surrounded by magic
the listening voices of trees
here fools fly starborn
dancing like angels
into the sacred rhythms
of earth
