a bheith máthair


2When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

( Wendell Berry: The peace of Wild Things) 


Tired of all who come with words but no language
I went to this Island,
The wild does not have words.
The unwritten pages spread themselves in all directions!
I come across deer’s hooves in the snow
Language, but no words.
( Tomas Transtromer)


The Gift of Earth

We are the earth
The Macrocosm
and the Microcosm

We are creation
We are the fertile force
Creating life from the natural alchemy of union

We are continuous cycles of life
cells inside cells
regenerating through cycles
of death and regeneration.

We are the stabilising force of time and matter,
abundant infinite manifestation through the web of life.
We are more than our surface reality.
We are the dark inner world of infinite possibility,

a seed.

( Glennie Kindred, Elements of Change)


When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
You appear; all studying wanders.
I lose my place.

In your presence I don’t want what I thought
I wanted, those three little hanging lamps.

Inside your face the ancient manuscripts
Seem like rusty mirrors.

You breathe; new shapes appear,
and the music of a desire as widespread
as Spring begins to move
like a great wagon.
Drive slowly.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul
and you are that.

But we have ways within each other
that will never be said by anyone.

( Rumi. A Great Wagon)


Rinneadh scannánú i nDún na nGall,

Earrach 2017 le Saoirse Ciela Allegra Gillespie-Jarvis.

Scannán ag Beatrice Jarvis Le cabhair ó Dowd Dónall Gillespie.

Le dóchas agus grá

~ by beatricejarvis on April 7, 2017.

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