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Spirit Rising 2 - BEARA - 2019

Waking in the middle of the night
To the sound of rain and wind and sea,
Remembering the green beetle
On a slab of rock, ripe
With nature's debris,
Picked by sundry women
Who sang silence back to life.

Remembering stones and flowers
Laid inlassablement on the hillsides of Ireland
To make sacred geometry,
Swept away by a mischievous spirit,
And in the dark, fairy lights.

Remembering the red berries on the yew
Calling to dead unborn babies
And the spirals of infinite time.
A bright blue rose echoing
Three generations of Rosemarys and Rosies
That rose in all their glory,
Never looking back.

Remembering potatoes and rosewater
Subtly making magic.

And remembering the hag
Who every hundred years
Immerses in the ocean
For another hundred years of life,
Until the dog barks.

The stories carry the woven dreams
We had in Dzogchen Beara
At the first new moon after the equinox
With Eagle, Otter, and One-Eyed Salmon.

Be blessed.

Till we meet again, Sylvie