WATER, THE ORIGINAL PoET
ORACULAR PoETRY
YoUR INVITATION
THE WoRD WEAVER
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Before words, there was pulse.
An ancient rhythm, the primordial waters, the Mother tongue.
Water, the original poet, writes in currents and curves, in memory and moons, mood, and the shimmer of things half-seen. Her poetry flows not in straight lines, but in waves and spirals. She carries the songs of the subconscious, sprinkling whispers from the deep.
To follow water is to follow feeling, to follow the undercurrent of intuition, and to let language dissolve into something bigger. In this space, we honor her. We return to the original Mother tongue, that dream-hum of the womb, the fluidity of knowing without knowing, that place where all poetry begins.
WATER, THE ORIGINAL PoET
ORACULAR PoETRY
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Oracular poetry is a weaving of art and oracle.
As I place my ears to the sky, the ground, the waters,
and connect to living fields that wish to be
re-sung in the collective, I receive messages
as full stanzas, textures, images, codes.
These poems are born from attunement,
listened into being and woven into form.
Most arrive in oracular flow states.
It doesn't explain, instead it gives shape.
They are a felt experience that
bypasses our logical barriers and seeps
into our deeper well to recalibrate, allowing the
subconscious waters to do their work.
What is oracular poetry?
WATER, THE ORIGINAL PoET
ORACULAR PoETRY
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Enter.
That’s it. Did you know that the moment you place your attention on something, even the tiniest curiosity, energy begins to move? Your brain starts reconfiguring pathways. Energetically, intention stirs the field. Like water shifting toward an open door, a current has already begun.
Right now, you hold a hand-inked note that reads: "Come if you feel called. There will be magic in the water." And like a welcomed guest, you are invited to drink...the words, through the body. Breathe...in resonant vibrations. Dance...with the questions that arise. Sing...the poem and feel the energy within yourself.
Enter with curiosity. With beauty hunger. With the desire to feel something. Allow your waters to do the rest. And they will. This kind of return is medicine, but not because it forces change, but because it restores connection. It reminds us presence can be pleasure. Returning within doesn’t have to feel like an assignment. It can feel like an event your soul has invited you to. Where you are not a patient, but a guest.
Your presence is invited.
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ORACULAR PoETRY
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With Cancer heavy in my chart, water is my language.
My creations are drenched in the subconscious,
the dream world and the currents of the unseen.
This work moves like water, sometimes subtle, always activating. It's designed to stir remembrance. It courses through the spaces between words and through the shapes of what is felt but not always named. It connects the unseen. Often felt before understood, it is an invitation of deeper cellular recognition than logic, rippling through you before the mind can catch up.
My Sun is in Taurus. I feel most radiant when I honor the physical, tune in, taste in detail, give the mic to my senses. This gift has shown me that words can be touched, frequencies can be felt. The subtle work here doesn’t stay in the mental realms, but activates the body. My work is felt.
As a Manifestor in HD, I long to initiate, but not by force. It is through tending to the seeds planted within me and courage, couer-age as heart-work, not hard work, that my song even in soft whispers, creates ripples.
I invite through resonance and
trust that those who feel it, feel it.
I am the waters and the deep hum that moves them,
the unseen force calling them home.
I was hungry for life, yesterday
so I ate a poem whole
I licked my word-drenched fingers
and didn't think twice
but today I woke up speaking a new tongue
seeing new shapes behind my eyes
ancient shapes that want to be sung
as words, vibrations, codes and keys
poetic architects of doors
that open to fields within you, within me...
these are not poems
they are dotted tracings of the unseen
sacred, soft geometries
that hum when the veil grows ash-soft thin
you carry these temples
I simply breathe the mist
that reveals their silhouette
in your insides
like moonlight veiling stone
so no,
you are not reading
you are entering
into a hum,
into a frequency
into a portal where something in you
leans forward
and whispers—
i know this place
not for the mind to grasp
but for the waters to remember
did you know that fireflies light up
when oxygen and luciferin meet
on the dance floor?
their tiny bellies burst in natural alignment
no force—just chemical magic
just timing
just yes
i see those lights in your field now
flickering in places you forgot were waiting
a knowing sparked from your insides
when we breathe oxygen into these words
allow our breath of life to enter these doors
I was hungry for life, yesterday
so I ate a poem whole
I licked my word-drenched fingers
and didn't think twice
but today I woke up speaking a new tongue
seeing new shapes behind my eyes
ancient shapes that want to be sung
as words, vibrations, codes and keys
poetic architects of doors
that open to fields within you, within me...
these are not poems
they are dotted tracings of the unseen
sacred, soft geometries
that hum when the veil grows thin
you carry these temples
I simply breathe the mist
that reveals their silhouette
in your insides
like moonlight veiling stone
so no,
you are not reading
you are entering
into a hum,
into a frequency
into a portal where something in you
leans forward
and whispers—
i know this place
not for the mind to grasp
but for the waters to remember
did you know that fireflies light up
when oxygen and luciferin meet
on the dance floor?
their tiny bellies burst in natural alignment
no force—just chemical magic
just timing
just yes
i see those lights in your field now
flickering in places you forgot were waiting
a knowing sparked from your insides
when we breathe oxygen into these words
allow our breath of life to enter these doors