Sometimes on the journey in life a darkness can get a hold of us. No one knows when or how it will happen. Our minds pull all colour from life and leaves many sitting in darkness. For some it gets to much, life ends. Others hang in and you climb out from the dark towards the light. It can be slow and painful, colour starts to bleed into your life again. Fog turns to mist and then the sun burns that off. Welcome back mind.
Love to all being,
Eye of seoirse.
When the candle of life burnt bright.
Flames danced in the past, present and future.
Light of ideas and dreams of our home.
Our life watching the water and land changing with the seasons.
Then one day it was over.
I sit in a room, wondering what is my purpose.
The candle that lit my life, my dreams gone.
What changed in me, what changed in you.
Now I can only live in a place.
Never our home. Never a home.
Maybe the candle burnt out.
Perhaps in a lot of lives, the candle needs replaced.
New dreams shared, new eyes to see.
To see the change in the light.
To keep the candle burning bright.
Eye of Seoirse.
Behind these eyes.
Silent footsteps cross the wooden floor
Sitting at the window overlooking the lough
Whispering words , happy and sad,
whisper from the walls of The Wee Place
Has a tear breaks, tracks slowly across my cheek
Swallows skim across the lough
Birds sing in the spring air
An empty chair, sits there.
Now dreams lie shattered
like cherry blossoms spilled by wind
Thoughts tumble like stormy clouds
Emotions hurt, I close the door.
Time goes forward, never back
When Memories fade and time slips by
No matter where my head rests
My dreams lie in Our Wee Place.
Eye of Seoirse
He looks at me from the dark
no thoughts, no feelings.
Just a hard gaze
burning into my eyes.
Sometimes on the road of life
Darkness stains the blood
Home sits an empty shell
no thoughts ,no feelings.
The dark hides the light
Light brings hope
hope is a new road,
when the dark fades
The dark is a mirror
I look at me from the dark
No thoughts, no feelings
Waiting for the dark to fade.
We stand on a hill top, watching the passing of time.
The world of change goes spinning pass
Vast forest of our ancestors, culled long ago,
Land naked for man to grow his food,
Or cleared to build his caves.
Soon no place left, for him to rest his soul,
Or clean the air, that’s life for him.
Upon this little hilltop,
There’s now just two of us.
Our leaves there are no more.
Below is a quote from John O’ Donohue. I was given a book many years back by this man and his writing awoke a spirit within me.
“Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.”
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom