Of cycles, of knotworks of knowledges, of lifetimes, speak the
Stories like leaves, like stars ..
Draw it to me, breathe it, the past, the future,
Anseo agus anois, here and now!
Now is real, Now is always when anything ever happens;
Another now and another, just as real..
Caught in the spell, eternal .. sing of the magic, make real the key !
Heart and soul alone can't make the journey
In from the cold, To the warm hearth, to belonging..
Nodes of Fate and Time's lord hold
The frayed ends of my attachments,
My subjectivities, dated and clamouring
At my door of oak.
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| Words (early March 2013) and photograph (January 2011) by Lizzy. |
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