Listen, see if my tongue speaks the language
you want to hear–
there’s a storm coming, you can feel it in the air–
the blossoms murmur
watch for the blue of after,
this is the secret told
in vine rustles, gentle then wild.
They love each breath,
each river bend—these birds,
these ghosts, carry song from gardens
on dawn winds, the buzz of awakened bees,
My message from the Oracle. There’s a lot going on in the world. Good luck to all who are marching and fighting for freedom here, in Ukraine, and throughout the world. I’ve had a busy week and a busy weekend, but I’ve just finished some work, so I will still try to catch up with reading posts over the weekend.