Originally posted on flotsam – jetsam: A philosopher´s exploration :
Threshold Once I thought to escape winter by moving northwest. The mildness was then a relief to my worn frame. Not anymore. The winter followed me afoot. Is it attached without a chance for coincidence? Why would the seasons be aware of a single soul?…
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Demands out of Season We wait and cannot Wait longer Is this a state Of disbelief It’s sucking our soul In maelstroms Flashing images our Daily banquet Put the pressure on Who wants to be free From desire The twist in hearts To belong Can’t wait Take it now Devour The human soul Moans in … More What we wait for
Soul Quest The wave´s soul quests To be, to tip upwards Towards the crest Of reflection An inverted illumination Defying the dark And yet Before the cave called night There is a rainbow spectre We live of yearning In silence We blossom 3rd / 10th November 2014 ©By Andrea Connolly
9/11 ON MY MIND.
Persistance.
Incantation Carraig Padraigh On the Rock of Cashel 6th of June 2014 There we are The ancient giant Where I was Cathedral & tower house Long time ago Cornered by round height On the rock A netting shell That tackled me A spell To come back Cast over me Again and again Out of time A … More Scaffolded Rock of Cashel
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