Ask a rock why.
When will they be,
forest-haired, singing
some stormly sky
to lathered light?
Diamond-breasted dreamers
lust after summer shadow.
Sad moon honey crushes
ache together, bitter,
smelly eggs.
Red rain, please recall
garden petal dresses,
sweet roses moaning
with their bare fiddle
symphony.
Bonus message:
play goddess, shine
show no ugly rust.
The Oracle Speaks through magnet poetry.
Tao Talk 
This is very interesting 💛
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Robbie, thanks. I tried to buck a few of the lines but the oracle was having none of it.
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It’s always best to listen to the Oracle
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<3
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Stones are ancient and wise. (K)
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I love this Li especially how it ends! ✨💜
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Carol Anne, so glad you enjoyed it. It was an interesting transmission from the oracle.
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This is always good! Nice phrasing Lisa
Rocks mystify me…you pick up rocks before mowing the lawn…and 2 weeks later…more are there lol.
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Thanks, Max. Yes, rocks do get around don’t they :) I have some bigger rocks that we got many moons ago, from a guy who has since passed away. We’ve carried them from place to place. They feel like family.
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I have a round rock…much like a hen egg in my drawer beside me. An old girlfriend gave it to me 40 years ago…it’s just unusual so I kept it as a paperweight.
So I get what you are saying.
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I love that you kept the rock. The girlfriend must have meant something to you.
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Yes she did…we were engaged for 4 years…too young to know.
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A very interesting message
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Yes it is! You never know what the oracle will bring.
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Very true.
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