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    Held Refrained

    What happens to the words which can’t be written, said or heard. The words which swim inside a head, constantly begging to be said but held refrained, those which can’t be named or seen together just in case someone gets the wrong idea. Even though those words may be quite clear in their proper place, hidden behind a face. Once they appear actually written, heard or said, it changes everything inside the head of everyone exposed.

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    The Men of the Mill

    Late one night when all was still a rumbling echoed from a distant hill it started out softly, a gentle hum, a melodic, soothing, encouraging strum waking the men of the mill. They gathered together outside the door not one of them there who could say for sure, what could create such a rhythm so fine without a word they formed a line heading off through the forest to explore. Captured by a mystical melody each man climbed up in a tree to where the sound filled the air, it’s couldn’t be seen, only felt there with an amazing intensity. One man leapt into the night released the branch he’d…

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    Where Ancestors Roam

    Generations have been born far away, families of children have lost their way. Proclaiming to be of a new found land, yet something is missing, most don’t understand how loss of culture creeps behind time, before you know it all that’s left is the rhyme, the song, the art. The pining of the heart to know its’ home, a longing to be where ancestors roamed, lived and died.

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    I AM !

    I am the darkness, I am the night I am the daytime, I am the light. I am the laughter, I am the tears, I am the dreams, I am the fears. I am the many, I am the one, I am the moon, I am the sun. I am the start, I am the end, I am the enemy, I am the friend. I am the water, I am the land, I am the finger, I am the hand. I am the wind, I am the rain, I am always changing, I am never the same.

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    In All Things I Dwell

    IN ALL THINGS I DWELL When the Culdees sat by the standing stone, where the sidhe was the chosen home, at the top of a rugged mountain peak, deep in the valley where insects speak, a man travelled into a future time recreating himself in a poets’ rhyme. It was long ago, when the world was new, with fewer choices of what to do, this man sat gazing in his chair, he wasn’t here, he wasn’t there, he’d gone to the place of in between where imaginary thoughts can be seen. he sat for hours. Until he thought to lie down flat, take himself from where he sat, to a…

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    A Different Light

    Yes it was me, I was the one chosen to share the morning sun, I heard the voice through other lips touched by invisible fingertips. The songs selected lingered there amongst the pages and tangled hair. I’d had the dream years before the meanings laced in metaphor able to unlock, open the door, setting me off on a path to explore. Putting in play, a script unwritten improvised with a touch of intuition, a rhythmic humming mystery dance, inducing hidden senses within it’s trance. Awareness shined off reflected glass enabling a certain clarity to pass between what was known once to be real, exposing many new sensations to feel, revealing…

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    The Silent Place

    I feel the urge to contemplate to take myself into an altered state where time, space and knowledge are free I need to find the spiritual me. I cruise along from day to day going with the flow in my own way yet I know it’s not enough for me . I need to seek, I need to see. The only way that I can find is to slow right down, still my mind, it’s in the silence the stillness bring I can hear the song my spirit sings. It’s strong and clear, it seems to hold the essence of what is yet to unfold. It beckons soothes, makes everything…

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    A Descendant

    A descendant of the Dal Cais, found in the Dreamtime land, drawing on all the ancient ways, using knowledge to understand. Given the precious gift as a child, the power of words to find a way, to deal with situations when she didn’t know what to say.

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    The Otherworld

    The Otherworld is where I go, it’s where I get what I need to know. It lies behind an invisible screen, sometimes you may see it in a dream, but usually that time just in-between, when nothing is quite the way it seems. I guess I’ve been going there all my life, you could say it’s the place from where I came, where I was before my name called me here. Never one for letting go. I brought with me the need to know, which I now must feed.