Posted in Breathing under water


When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home…
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

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Grief ebbs and flows,
I’m engorged with despair,
caught in the headlights
of this spellbinding glare…

Welling up with sorrow
I descend to the depths,
bloated and pitiful
I gasp for breath…

Faint lamentations
of a delirious mind,
in my greatest fear
I have been enshrined…

…and I set my soul to the rhythm of song,
a deeper understanding
of heavenly throngs…



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