Today

Today has been trying to bring me down. Has been tugging at the sleeve of my heart, pointing at certain directions it wants me to look to, so I am not afraid to look, and then I look back at the day and search into its eyes, and ask 'today, just who do you think you are?'

Onion Goggles

Saw for the first time today 'Onion Goggles.' I should have been wearing them the time I was making a Chilli, put the onions in followed by those devilish chillies 'Scotch Bonnets' and then decided to wipe my eyes............

Good Deed for Today

So I am standing on O'Connell Street, this afternoon, and I see a blind man who is not looking too comfortable with the idea of getting across the road. So I see the opportunity for my good deed for the day and seize upon it. So take him across O'Connell Street and when we arrive at Henry Street, I say to him: 'Ok then take care' to no reply whatsoever. Who said just because you are blind, you also have to be courteous?

Translation

So there is a classic song, lets say it is written in French. So some guy comes along and fancies that this would be appropriate for the English speaking market, so he writes a 'translation' and then, if you have the temerity to check this so called 'translation' to the original lyric of the song, you discover that it has little in common with the song itself. So a beautiful song is bastardised, for the sake of money, mainly.

The Door of Love

Hey girl, you with your long dark hair curtaining your face. A smile from you, and I am lost in you. A sublime connection in the midst of a personal confusion. A new time has begun, it supercedes all of the past, there is thunder in its eyes, through its potency. And the thunder has control, and there is peace within it, when it is considered enough. And the present moment is an explosion, and it violently announces itself, and I take note, and wonder of its lack of self consciousness. And I think that I should shadow this, or at least I consider the idea of doing so. And on the streets of the city, it seems that all are strangers today. I wonder sometimes, where it is that I belong, and where the connection should be made, but it passes and I forgive my meandering. The door of love, looks at the picture, and seems to be open to all the possibilities, it seems to have a broad idea of what it is looking for, it is free,

In the Evening

No-one has anywhere to go this evening. They are lost inside of the wilderness, which is somewhere in the area of living. A dream explodes, it works its way into the consciousness, it tempts and it beguiles, it is lost in itself actually. Affection is on the periphery, waiting to play its part, it just stands there alone always, Angels sing and feelings meet them with some king of gratitude, the clock is on fire and it targets the one that it seeks. And nights have a habit of showing their darkness to the rest of the world. My eyes are open and I feel a sense of ignorance around me somewhere. It tries to work its way into me, but it is of course refused. And I spoke to ignorance and I tried to understand the reason for my expression, and it just seemed to stand there, staring at me, without a mind. And this mind seemed to think that it was related to me somehow, and I of course, turned from it, and I hope that I didn't treat it with any kind of cruelty, I was aiming to be kind, and I am not sure, that it worked.

Tomorrow (for Cormac)

Eyes diverting from the greying love, brightness comes within, it captures the eyes, and memory fades. Across the street, there is haze, in a place where there is uncertainty. Spirit is forever and it shines, always, eventually, in a sacred and secret part of the soul. Everywhere, is the past brought into the present. There is no death in a life, that cannot live anymore, there is change, and it is welcoming. And simple ones with eyes closed creating or trying to create some kind of hurt, die in themselves, in the way, that they are blinded to the fullness of an existence, and life is more than just life in the physical, and its strength is in its mystery. I thought that I heard a young man laugh, in the face of the fatal adversity. I looked into my memory, and I looked into the direction of truth, or where I thought that it lay, and it warmed me with its embrace, and urged me understand that death is not a tragedy, and that every moment of life has its necessary death. And life pulsates, and it takes you by the throat and it stills you, into thinking, that there is more, much more.

Cormac

Yesterday my first born son, Cormac, left this world just hours after telling me that he loved me, and I him, in a beautiful goodbye. You will live inside of me, my boy, until we meet again.