I haven’t had such an effortless message from the Oracle in a long time. It reminded me of my favorite Sun Volt song, “Windfall”.
And as always, it’s a message I need. Poetry, lyrics, music, song.
“sing”
said time
the storm’s blood is like
wind music
the sky wants us to
light up these rain shadows
with seas of blue stillness
swimming around the moon
I think the Oracle was caught up in the memory of Sue Vincent’s waltz…
what we sing
blue moon music
not sad at all
she asked me to dance
beneath the whispered wind
shining through mist
like the still light
after a storm
What better dance partner than the moon?
The Oracle gave me another delirious vision. With moons of course. The sun shadowing on my floor when I went to take the photos of my mandala added another dimension.
sleep away stormy seas–
beneath dreams whisper moons
shining bare like the winds
of roses blown into blue mist
where is the purple lake
of shadow sky?
show me the language of water
swimming through light
I consulted the Oracle for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
enormous
this drunken light
raw seaspray yellow sky sun
in blue water lies moonsleep–
the wind a diamond goddess
above shadows of whispering rock
I’m not quite sure where this came from but, as always, the Oracle tells me what I need to hear.
Dreaming the mind into song
spirit finds blue light,
joins soaring voices sounding on wings–
Can I believe my luck?
The river dances away the tears
as time reflects music
laughing through the sacred language
of stars
The Oracle gave me birds today. I’ve resurrected the birdlings to accompany the words. I don’t know where the real birdlings are in my disorganized office, but I have photos of their past adventures. I used this for one of Jane Daugherty’s Yeats prompts a couple years ago.
The blue jays have been drowning everyone out all summer on my street, but recently a crow has been trading barbs with them.
crow and blue jay
ferociously awake morning–
linger like steel dazzled glass
devouring air
remember who you are–
a fool for wild voices,
born naked
sailing a secret ocean
of star fever dancing
Keeping the Secret Keeper, whose words I used for Jane’s prompt, in my thoughts too.
