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

spirit 5

 

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.

bird bw

 

The cormorant does not notice. The cow stares on, blank, without a need.

Circling wind, holding grace. 

Where will the wind hide?

bird 1 .jpg

Between being

A barnacle

Moss

song

A thread between worlds

seeking, falling, rising, falling,

to heal, to hurt, to love,

 

spirit 2

On this sacred edge

to neither fall nor recover

simply to be.

 

 

 

~ by beatricejarvis on August 15, 2019.

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