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.

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Haiku Oracle Challenge, Days 16 & 17

Day 16
Describe sex


in the morning dew
Spring
the wild duck

I looked up the symbolism for duck – fidelity. Oh yes! Wild fidelity absolutely nails my best description of sex. Ever. Let me be untamed here.

. . .

The start of the poem describes me now. On the other side of radical healing several years ago, from sexual violence as a young woman. On learning the power of deleting and replacing old stories. Of having the guts to choose to be the author of my sexual identity (which has turned out over the years to be more potent than just being able to write a new foundation story!) 

It’s the joy of finding myself in my 40’s with the girlish delight and enthusiasm of a teenager discovering and experiencing all the beauty, sensual delight, intimacy and raw power of sex in all its most positive incarnations.

.   .   .

Day 17
Create a poem about an animal


I keep thinking about
the voices of wild ducks
veiled in morning mist

With the absence of a Phoenix in the pack, I returned to the ducks, and am now thoroughly amused to find them a metaphor for sex. Enough said!

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