Listen to heart-songs– the breath of eternity, as ocean-kissed air dances with brilliant sparkle-light, and white-cat clouds pounce with joy at the blue-blanketed sky, wondering
ghosts hide in the shadows, perhaps they linger to tell their secrets– imprisoned between before and after, they wind-whisper in the fever-blush of morning sky, and silent-laugh in the night— at your smile from the window.
A late message from the Oracle today. We’ve had blue sky and sparkling water the last couple of days. As I was getting ready to post this, I looked up and saw this painting of my mom’s. It doesn’t have a title or date that I know of, but it seemed to fit.
I day-dance with the clouds in lazy rhythm and soft light of peach-misted mornings, the moon singing goodbye, the sun smiling to wake with fire-sky homes, hearts,
the wild things come to haunt you in the night look at the stars, singing from then as time circles and remembers what was
and what will be
the boy asks? Do you hear the laugh carried on a breeze? It’s the trees, I say, tickled by the wind, sharing their joy.
A late message from the Oracle today. She loves the puente form so much, that she gives me doubles. 😏 I kept getting interrupted today, and then Ricky the Cat was helping me. . . I love morning moons, and I was happy to see this one setting over the Delaware River this morning. It’s very small in the photo, but it’s there.