ar imeall fiáin den chuardach scanraithe seo
on the wild edge
of this scared search.
Music: Dowd Dónall Gillespie.
Location: An tSrúibh
Filimed by Beatrice Jarvis
on the wild edge
of this scared search.
There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness
out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open
to the place inside which is unbreakable
and whole
while learning to sing.
Rashani Réa
The space between presence and absence
There rests a pearl of heather, caught between arriving and departing.
To have and to hold
There is a space where there can be no names.
A formality in this passing place.
We sit.
Waiting and not waiting.
Being in this space, known and unknown.
The cormorant does not notice. The cow stares on, blank, without a need.
Circling wind, holding grace.
Where will the wind hide?
Between being
A barnacle
Moss
song
A thread between worlds
seeking, falling, rising, falling,
to heal, to hurt, to love,
On this sacred edge
to neither fall nor recover
simply to be.
Urban re:passages 