IRELAND

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  The Skellig

I saw forever today

She smiled back at me 

As the sun slashing into the mountain from the eclipse 

She whispered in the wind

Oh, Child there you are 

As though there would never be a bird that would not fly 

Or sit in her cradle and grave, both sitting at the bronze threshold of the land and sea as comfortable as a blade of grass in wind

  Remembering Ireland Journey 

Welcome Benneacht 

Come well with me 

The invitation now placed on my heart 

Broadened by these anam words

Noirin to me
I understand
she points to the divine
a light given at birth

Into the heart

Rooted from mothers
On Irish land 

No Christianity required
But even that was welcomed here 

Come back then
My heart beckons
to the poetry of the land 

Where the goddesses drank from wells in equal delight 

Atlantic Sea

And skelllig monk
Unfolds his land to me

As naturally as Kevin to a small bird

Only love required to cross this Irish threshold

Both dark and light 

A home of no time 

As Moley sings
Goodbye is too the welcome 

Hearth winning over the beckon

My Cara awaits me there 

So many friends
To walk with

David on the golden roads
Witnesses drop to green

Her spirit, yes Her
Is guiding us
always home 

Again and again
to the light stepped dance of the heart

 Morning Knowing 

Judgement and Fear linger here 

In the morning silence 

they followed me home from the parking lot 

Like a remnant of misty fog

I had invited them in all honesty, and suppose we had our time

Guests of each other and too comfortable to recognize the need for shift 

They are lonely ladies now and have laid down 

Knowing they must give way to the stronger Joy and Love 

Whose laughter let me know 

There is no more wait

Nothing to listen for here now, other than the birds, air and heart of morning 

Mother

She simply asks that I run and play

And let children know the same

Celtic One.

Imagine yourself into their Landscape
As that is the only way to truly
Interconnect and be present as One.

For when they were so connected with the natural rhythms of the Earth
They did not seek or need a future.

I can pick up my soul's meaning as easily as reaching up to a leaf from their tree.

My heart calls to their heaven as it was realized here on earth.