Words have meanings, she says
Do we see how sleep clothes the stillness,
moulds it like warm wax?
Happy are those whose dreams
are shaped by gentle hands
into placid animal faces
the woven scents of day-gardens
beneath spring sun,
birdsong filling hopeful shells.
While you dream, she whispers,
Remember, want is not desire,
but lack of the life source,
the fount where birds and dogs sip,
knowing no other way to live.
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The Oracle is so wise! She really does know.
Dreams and sleep in my poem, too. 🙂
I’ve just visited. Our poems are very alike. Both start with a question too.
oh, that’s true!
We are all in the same atmosphere today. You have the message from my whispering goddesses. Wise, as Merril noted. How could it be otherwise? (K)
I’ve just been to read yours, and yes, we’re all on the same wavelength today.
Wow. This one is beautiful Jane. Some wonderful images capped with simple wisdom.
Thank you! It’s always surprising what the fridge magnets suggest.
When some of you speak of the Oracle, I never know what you’re talking about. Fridge magnets!?
http://magneticpoetryplayonline.com/original/
We use the online magnets as a prompt. We don’t all use the same set, and the same words don’t come up each time you log in. We call the one who moves the magnets around the Oracle, because often the poems are similar, as if there’s a message. It’s a nice idea anyway. Try it out. A few of us try to post a magnetic poem on Saturday.
Thanks Jane. I’ll check it out.
I hope you will 🙂