Breathe away sad rhythms,
wake to morning joy—
go celebrate life’s dazzling color
Listen to the poetry of the stars kissing the night sky
and remember to embrace the lingering blue
as the clouds dance in brilliant-red fire–
explore time’s window and the universe’s ifs
but live your heart—
there is always magic
(the ghosts of your ancestors smile).
The Oracle gave me this poem for my birthday. I forgot to take a screen shot of the final version of the tiles, and we collaborated a bit, but she did tell me to eat cake.