Oracle

Open the word list; allow the words to
roll around in your mind for awhile.  Pay
attention to the ones that jump out, that
correspond to intuition.  Observe;
listen; rearrange.  Coherence can be
encouraged, but best to follow Her lead.

Colleen asked us to write a syllabic acrostic for Tanka Tuesday from a list which included the word oracle. I have regular conversations with several of Her manifestations. And as Kate recently asked me to clarify what to do with the Random Word Generator (aka Oracle 2) that I post on Sundays, I decided to use my acrostic to give some general instructions. But really there are no rules.

The top collage uses the Collage Box Oracle, which is just a box of words I’ve cut out of various places that I pull out and arrange in a similar fashion to the Magnetic Poetry Oracle (seen in the second collage and here on Saturdays). For my acrostic I’ve used words from this week’s Random Word Generator as inspiration.

Our surroundings are always singing to us–all we need to do sometimes is be still and take the time to listen.

what do we really know?
the emptiness of space
the rhythm of light

it’s dark and raining and I can’t see the night sky shining

she said it
and then she repeated it

we already knew
but we had forgotten

and then she sang it
in the voice of sunfire

she sang it blue
through the clarity of sky

she grew it greenwise
inside the trees

and with the wind she
sudden opened hidden wings

shining golden between
floods of cleansing and sorrow

shining silver under
the full stillness of the moon

shining through the dark
with a universe of welcoming

and every word she said
was filled with grace

and every sound that lifted
her voice was mercy

and every feather
was transformation

glittering like stars on
the outline of her embrace

When I saw the dVerse prompt this morning, I could see the hand of the Oracle.  I had just written the above poem the night before.  Although I usually use the magnetic tiles to consult with her, these very vatic words, which certainly did not come from the planning of my conscious mind, had all the elements of her voice.

The image provided not only seemed to mirror my words, but reminded me of some of my art from the archive, rorschach paintings that also come out of the unplanned intersection of paint and surprise.

I wasn’t sure how I would approach posting these words, but here was the opening.  Thanks Jade!

Hologram

hologram 1s

Have you listened to the night sky
opening yourself wide
to let it echo through you?
Have you tasted the stars?

Opening yourself wide
have your eyes become mirrors?
Have you tasted the stars,
your veins glowing?

Have your eyes become mirrors
of infinite silences,
your veins glowing,
drunk with the darkness

of infinite silences?
Have you been pulled,
drunk with the darkness,
into luminous trajectories ?

Have you been pulled,
revisiting the returning
of luminous trajectories,
forever somewhere else?

Have you revisited the returning–
let it echo through you
forever as somewhere else?
have you listened to the night sky?

hologram 1 close up s

This is the first of two similar pantoums I composed for Merril’s dVerse echo theme.  The art is from the archives.

hologram 2 close up s

As you may have noticed, I like the repetition and echoing in the pantoum form, and the way it circles back on itself.  You may have also noticed I often write about the night sky, the stars, and the moon, often assisted by the Oracle.  Merril and Jane, who are also acquainted with the Oracle, told me not to read their poems until I had composed my own, but I’m guessing stars appear in theirs somewhere too.

hologram 2s

Of course stars echo in light!

consulting the oracle

consulting the oracle s

consulting the oracle magnetic

I really like H Schlagen’s work, and seeing his painting “2 Alchemisten und die Orakel.” which he posted yesterday, inspired my collage and consultation today.  Is this not the why?

consulting the oracle close up s

Awaken broken stars—bring
sacred joy home with rhythms
sailing open vast voices
surrounded by wild fools born
of the secrets dancing holes
in morning and night—is this
magic?  Is this not the why?