Jane and I were discussing the source and destination of the wind this week, and I thought I would consult the Oracle.
Another collage from the archives. I seem to have an endless supply. And yet I always feel like I can never get anything done.
who breathes this wind?
a wild seed growing roots
from tendriled air—
winter deepens the moonforest path
between after and always,
following ancient secrets into spring
Also linking to earthweal open link weekend.
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
Enmeshed by expectations, I keep spinning into tangles of self-imposed tempests. Where is the thread that will uncoil the gyring currents and release my thoughts into exhalations that echo with waves of light?
spirit of the wind
zephrean lullaby
dance me with dream dust
A quadrille haibun using dVerse host Kim’s word “keep” that considers the withering wind of Frank Tassone’s #haikai challenge #111.
sky clouds rain and wind–
lush vortex spins, releasing
the unheld center
For Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #103. The subject is windstorm.
K. 