She predicted the Alchemist would come, even before she was given the Sight.
Afterwards she could not be certain if it was all a dream, a vision, another foretelling, or simply a subtle shifting of the clouds of prophesy in which she lived.
And so she continued to do what she had always done although now her seeing was a hair out of focus, her balance was a shade off center,
and when she laughed
she laughed trees into blossom.
Oracle in Love. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.
Painting and text by clinock.