Eternal Song

I don't know how it happened,
how the picture got in place,
the summertime had faded
while the sun was still engaged
and I saw a new direction
I'd never seen before
and I quickly recognised something
and I wanted it somemore

and I'm closing to the eyes
for the beauty of their soul
it smiles for me familiarly
and it makes me want to know
and I don't know about knowing
but I seek to understand
to sense another feeling
to hold it in my hand

the orphan oriental from the ether of the mind
refuses to be known to me and floats along in time
dancing to the music of the words that know no rhyme

and I'm closing to the eyes
for the beauty of their soul
it smiles for me familiarly
and it makes me want to know
and I don't know about knowing
but I seek to understand
to sense another feeling
to hold it in my hand

there's something in the area
of the riches of the soul
emerging from within silence
when the night has grown old
and it reaches and it touches
and it warms you with a kiss
I think that only lovers
can have recourse to this

and I'm closing to the eyes
for the beauty of their soul
it smiles for me familiarly
and it makes me want to know
and I don't know about knowing
but I seek to understand
to sense another feeling
to hold it in my hand

the universe is changing
in this little world of mine
the stars are rearranging
there is nothing that is defined
I have heard some whispered wisdom
but I've never read the signs

and I'm closing to the eyes
for the beauty of their soul
it smiles for me familiarly
and it makes me want to know
and I don't know about knowing
but I seek to understand
to sense another feeling
to hold it in my hand

Nature, the Devious Beauty

The feeling is: That I've arrived at the place that I might have been at a long time ago, and that things are put in the way, as forms of experience and trials and obstacles, before permission is granted to let us be at ease and at peace with a situation that is pleasing to both ourselves and to the people around us. Nature, you seem to be a devious beauty.

A Particular Universal Truth

Outside of my head a world is in motion, forever suggesting and gazing its gaze, looking for a move to be made, asking its tacit questions, from its conscience to mine, and I can only turn my head inside for so long, away from this particular universal truth.

The House of Mystery

It seemed like a house of mystery, the atmosphere was of death and winter, it made me uncomfortable, I had not to stay, and then I had to think of what might have been going on there, and I am still thinking about it, it seemed to be a place devoid of feeling.........

Australia and Me

Just when I thought that the world had become an empty place I received a call from her and the winter had left the world and I recalled the picture and the place and the touch and the movements in the places. Australia you are a cruel interceder.

Songs of Love

The songs of love that live inside of you and speak to you about people you've been honoured to hold and gain feeling for and contain the feeling that they transmit to you.

Stillness

the reclaiming and the calming of the spirit, the looking at the thief in the eye in defiance, and screaming at it, how worthless it really is, in true reality, meditating on the natural way, on life itself and no more

There's an Eye on us

something called fate can intervene, not with the wishes of either, some kind of misunderstanding intrudes upon the peace of the situation, leaving you to search for similarity in another place at a future time, but the heart that has hurt can be the heart that projects a greater strength and perhaps then a greater and more real love

Personal Change

I just wonder what really effects a personal change, I think it can be quite mysterious and instantaneous thing, like there is some kind of outside assistance! And I am certainly feeling 'positively' different right now!

Feigntly Praising

feel I am being given good guidance from somewhere right now, like someone has an arm on my shoulder, or perhaps I am loath to praise myself!

Inside and outside of the dream

had a dream about her, I seemed to be lost and my feet were bare, there were french kisses and then an abrupt departure, (like there always is). When I awoke my mind went back to the time when I was with her, outside of dream, remembering her affection and the coldness of the climate inside of the weather. And I took h...er with me into my day, struggling to make sense of where she really was as regards me

The Lady becomes Ethereal

Got someone on my mind, and it is unlikely that I will ever see her again, but still she is invading me somehow, and I ask myself, if I should have searched her for more, should have discovered something that I do not know today, I am weary from the weight or is it the wait?

Film inside my head

there was a film inside of my head in the night, and I and we were in transit and I semi-recognised who was sitting beside me, and the the one in front turned around like she knew who was next to me, and Wicklow was given the grand treatment, and I remembered who had moved to there, and then I began to understand the nature of the movie

The Feeling is:

The feeling is: That I've arrived at the place that I might have been at a long time ago, and that things are put in the way, as forms of experience and trials and obstacles, before permission is granted to let us be at ease and at peace with a situation that is pleasing to both ourselves and to the people around us. Nature, you seem to be a devious beauty.

A House of Mystery

It seemed like a house of mystery, the atmosphere was of death and winter, it made me uncomfortable, I had not to stay, and then I had to think of what might have been going on there, and I am still thinking about it, it seemed to be a place devoid of feeling...

From a Dream

had a dream about her, I seemed to be lost and my feet were bare, there were french kisses and then an abrupt departure, (like there always is). When I awoke my mind went back to the time when I was with her, outside of dream, remembering her affection and the coldness of the climate inside of the weather. And I took h...er with me into my day, struggling to make sense of where she really was as regards me

Spiritual Writers

Why do seemingly all of spiritual writers end up speaking on behalf of God. Talk about getting too close to your subject

Acceptance

Been learning that there has to be a limit to acceptance, that one must always and also be open to further changes, at any time at any stage in the process. So I will not rest on what is here and look to see what beneficial changes there could possibly be when suggestions of them might arrive or arise.

Christmas Memories

A memory from this time of year, from so long ago, dimmed by time and perhaps betrayed to some extent through imagination and selectivity, then suddenly...... It becomes like it is almost alive and is happening over again and can hardly be called a memory......... I guess that is what the repetition that is Christmas can do......

Outside of my Head

Outside of my head a world is in motion, forever suggesting and gazing its gaze, looking for a move to be made, asking its tacit questions, from its conscience to mine, and I can only turn my head inside for so long, away from this particular universal truth.

Love

In this world of imperfect communication and then misunderstanding it must be something of a real live miracle when love succeeds.

Incident in O'Connell Street

So its O'Connell Street in this great city, and she has her practised walk in full gear, the make up and the facial expression that she believes so deeply in, I reckong she's from Foxrock, she just isn't ordinary at all, and then........... The iced path decides to bring her down...........

Ireland and the Immigrants

so mother Ireland is it to be the indigenous/immigrants= Great Dichotomy?

Peter Robinson

never thought I could ever sympathise with a Loyalist of Robinson's proportions, but I must say that I do, just wish that those guys en bloc would remember about love and the sameness of us all.

Haiti

The stark and obscene images of ravished humanity in one of the poorest of countries and yet again one of the poorest of countries or areas in our planet of these natural disasters. Is there anybody watching anyone with a governing hand or interest in this humanity, this same humanity that you and I are a part of?

Toilet Paper and the Proletariat

Am thinking of purchasing some luxury toilet paper and am wondering what the psychological implications of this might be.....

Dream Thoughts

Subconscience and then Superconscience had come into my mind and now I think I might have an idea about the kind of understanding there is to find from that point.

The Friendly Neighbourhood Store

I wonder why supermarkets don't have a sign at checkouts pronouncing ' Once served by our assistants, shift your ass and gather your things to your bag as quick possible and get out....... and please come again soon.'