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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.

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“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

 

what is lost

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The birdlings have been lost since my last move.  I didn’t make the connection between the Oracle’s message and finding them yesterday until I started thinking about art to accompany it.

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Reason and bearings are still lost

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but my family and friends are always there

what is lost

tell me to believe
the promise of wings
threaded between star and sky

the language of voices
belonging together

we receive each other as gifts
remembering the dreams
that fill rivers with shared songs

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aquatic

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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.

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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

 

opening the sky

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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.

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The blue jays have been drowning everyone out all summer on my street, but recently a crow has been trading barbs with them.

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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.

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