Stroll through soft cloud blossoms
cold rain and light
joined in poetry, nature’s songs
carrying rhythm from the deep
of ancient and always,
~climbing with the sun~
linger with spirits the color of dusk
and if I sing of if,
sing with me in harmony,
following the moon.
I think the Oracle knew that I needed a break yesterday. Even though I tried every set of tiles, she would not give me a message. She finally decided I was ready late in the day, when I started this, but then I got interrupted by a phone call. Here’s the puente–it’s mostly her, but there’s a bit of collaboration. I chose the paintings afterwards.