Haiku Oracle Challenge, Days 21 and 22

Day 21
What is the sound of laughter?

first day of spring
the sound of the water jar
in a world of one colour

In a world that is built on joy, mirth and pleasure (a world of one colour) laughter is heard in the movement of the natural and man-made worlds. In everything we see and do and experience.

Laughter is in the simple and every day.

Day 22
A message from your spirit guide

this deep in fall
the sound of the water jar
moonlight slanting 

I asked for a message from my big guide, who isn’t easily contacted, to see what she might have to say. 

The first part is simple. I need to continue my surrender to what’s unfolding. This isn’t always easy for me, but I do try.

The second line confounds me, but suspect it’s something to do with replenishment – listen for guidance on how to be replenished? My daily card also reminded me to accept in the possibility of love and magic always surrounding me and I wonder if this could be somehow shoe-horned into this line?

The third line – that this shadow period of intense transformation will come to an end. As the moon sets and slants it’s light, so too will this period of wandering in the dark, searching for the light, seeing my life illuminated in mystical and profound ways I never thought possible.

Challenge hosted by @otmoraclecards. Cards are available here.

Haiku Oracle Challenge, Day 19

IDay 19
How to achieve world peace?

this old village
in a world of one colour
the cicada’s cry

We need to move on from old thoughts, old patterns, old worn beliefs that we consider comfortable and move beyond our monochrome homogenised worlds that pit one absolute against others.

It’s time to embrace the kaleidoscope of humanity and revel in our differences, appreciate and honour them, whilst finding the commonalities that bind us together. Unity in diversity.

And we must listen to the cries of those that cut through. We must work to comfort, support and assist those in need, those in pain. Because it’s far too easy to suddenly become the displaced, the ostracised, the maligned, the hated, the ‘other’ because we allowed the distress of others to go unheeded, unheard, undefended.

We are first and foremost a single tribe. Until we work from that most basic of premises, there will always be one side against another. 

Time to leave the old village behind and build a new one where everyone is welcome.

Challenge hosted by @otmoraclecards

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #29

Made from scratch from a pilfered holiday brochure (nabbed specifically for the front cover image which I then discovered was twice as big because it folded out) and words from the Elyora baggie of page fragments.

Quite happy with the way it turned out. Gothic with gothic with gothic.