Bridging Oracles

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Ha, how I rode, rode as a sea wind-chased,
mad with sudden freedom, mad with haste
hooves thundering, mane blowing in the autumn mist

Recalling the songs of my heart, how far must I travel
to escape these clouds of darkness in the land of lost
dreams, I sense an urgency to look past the brokenness
acknowledging the ghosts that I leave behind

Riding faster and faster my head throbbing with pain
can I out run the storm of pounding rain....

This poem a glimpse of a dream from long ago
bridging its way into September's moon-glow

I step into the enchanted circle of oak trees
the center is a soft field of leaves
to the tune of crunch, crunch, crunch
under my feet, I slow my pace...breathe..
in the scents of fall...in the clearing
three dear welcome me into their space
lying in the leaves becoming a leaf person
the journey before me opens on the path
of trees...releasing the crumbling pieces of
my heart...allowing new dreams to be born

written for desperate poets and linking with dVerse

Brendan is challenging us to use two oracle forms
the italic lines are the oracle lines chosen

1st Oracle:

A poem from Flint and Feather by E Pauline Johnson
I went with the first two lines my fingers touched from the book

2nd Oracle:

An oracle card I selected at a dream group many years ago - randomly selected from a pile I have