Poem -
Silence on the lands
my babysteps into mysticism (Ireland, August 1998 near Clonfinloch Stone)
Silence on the lands
Silence in the streams
presence still
of the Lady of the Broom
resting, watching
near this Stone
White Lady
green lands
fertile
Cast like a cloak,
folds and hills
form the body
Play of light
and shade
fill the mind
Trees, wise and quiet,
reach out and bridge
body and mind
to soul
White Lady,
I hail thee
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Comments
During times of quiet reflection.....when exercising the minds eye.....when meditation alters your state of consciousness.....one can reach this place....a wondrous place to visit!!.....ALL STARS & PINNED!!.....I haven't read you before JOHN??!!......My loss!!.....well done!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo : )
Ps. Sorry about the stars, their not working properly (again)!! : (
Hi, Tony, what an inspired comment, I feel deeply honoured😁, especially it is such an oldie (three might be one or two more poems from that (fourth Ireland trip coming on). I will also look you up, tomorrow morning. Hanx once more
Smashing poetry John, I especially like the last few stanzas. Kudos! Kind regards. TFOTS
Hanx once more. It is an oldie from an amazing holiday. TYhough it was my fourth time over in Ireland, it was the first time as a married man (11 years by then). I am almost convinced that one or more of the many lives I must have lived before this one have been spent (and lost) in the Republic...
She did rest at a nice tranquil spot.
Oh yes, close by a stone that was cupmarked over three thousand years ago, check out the Clonfinloch Stone on the Internet. Thank you and may Kwan Yin be your White Lady (I carry a little statuette on my body like Christians wear a cross)