A thousand-life symphony’s run,
bare beauty heaving, beat rain like
raw, honeyed mist sprayed in Spring.
Never swim fast through storm how I like;
if I sit here and dream, you want me.
Cool skin boils when frantic fingers drive.
Water woman watch and chant
language of blue for what was and why;
she cry to live, not rust.
Brendan is the host of earthweal Open Link Weekend.
Also linking this to Suzanne’s Calm Reflections series.
Tao Talk 
Love this poem Li
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Thank you, Sadje <3
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You’re most welcome
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I love the photo…….love th thousand-life symphony….and the water woman……chanting the language of blue. Wonderful.
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Sherry, thank you. The Oracle was speaking her wisdom.
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This was quite an effort to pull together I’ll bet Lisa — and it was enjoyable to read,
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Rob, it wasn’t bad. I let the Oracle speak. Thank you, my friend.
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That last stanza especially. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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Wow!
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:) Thank you!
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O, live, not rust! Being part of that symphony is an active choice, a heart onnection. Nicely done!
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The Oracle knows what she’s talking about. Thank you.
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that language of blue!!! Need that!
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Rajani, thank you <3
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Beautiful photo, Li. The last stanza is outstanding, enjoyed every bit of your poem. :)
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Kitty, thank you very much.
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You are welcome, Li. :)
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The water woman must flow source to source – and will!
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Thanks much, Brendan. I believe that also.
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love this weave Lisa! 💖💖
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Cindy, thanks so much.
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Pleasure always Lisa!! 💖💖
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Such a wonderful write, Li! ❤️
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Thank you, Punam <3
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