You have reached a quiet bamboo grove, where you will find an eclectic mix of nature, music, writing, and other creative arts. Tao-Talk is curated by a philosophical daoist who has thrown the net away.
No one here but her; her universe perfumes. See peace awake. Porcelain voices sail sky: marbled man about to die. More thing than warm; angels embrace corduroy, but surround and bring old fat to secret which only prisoners remember. A hot melt will linger; fever always makes decay. Green ghost, go away.
My favorite…love what you do with those words….fever always makes decay love that!
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Max, happy you enjoy the messages from the oracle.
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excellent Li :-) ✌️😉
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Thanks, CA!
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The Oracle serves up some cool inspiration! The song choice is good, too.
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Steve, yes it does. Thanks on the song choice.
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My pleasure, Lisa.
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Indeed that song is perfect for the Oracle’s message. It may be the worst sin, because it spawns so many others. (K)
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Kerfe, I am in agreement. It’s funny the range the color green covers. It can be the beauty of the first sprout in spring … to this.
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Very interesting poem Li.
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The Oracle likes to be interesting for sure. Thanks, Sadje.
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Very true Li.
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