To where i was once but a burning being, not even with the calmness of the monk who sacrificed all to be remembered as no more than an idea for a tshirt at the festival stalls, i return now following that thing deep inside never to hide or to subside to yearn always higher and above towards agony if it be the road to love.
Meditation, inhalation, lsd and pystrance nation, no this is not where i find my peace, behind the craic, or the falling leaves in chaos with eyes closed, demise close, we reach for love grasping nails until at last resolve fails and in hoplessness we see reflected the only strength not rejected, the self, the wolf, the warrior, the one ready to be destroyed for what they believe, because already for their pain they were ready to leave, held on by the sprouting of the inspired seed, to fight peacefully for the sovereign right of every man woman and child to abandon the freedomless dangerous illusion of safety and to live in real life.
Fairy tales are gone, these are the myths of the celts manifest in orwells meeting with huxley, i can not promise painlessness but i can tell you so in a moment kiss the pain and let go, we are meant for greater things and in the irish valley of silence were once we heard the raven flap its powered wings, flight is an option, an ability a gift to all of those who through sharing love lift, fear not and have faith, give fire and gave chase to all desire so deep or light in day or night, be it love or fight.
In 19 short in this body and a thousand on this rock, I have lived my fantasy and nightmares. To my own fathers face one fateful night i gave the option of death or fight and got in return a blubbering man all accepting and never calm, apologising for creating the ocean of tides in which i was drowned for such a time and watched all loves pass away as friends greater than I in the centre of attention took the space where i wished to stay, but on and on down the white feathers fall, telling me still not to stop or stall or to cry at all because tears come no more, maybe they all left knowing what was in store.
Now i see my land raped, corrib now but a shell, our land turning racist earth into prophesied hell, get caught not in which team is the true devil in life, know always that hate is our darkness and love is our light, share with brothers and sisters be disobedient, take what you need back from corporations of greed, take your time to give your temple body all it should see, love shamelessly and abundantly or powerfully and few, but put no hope in another, store faith instead in you.
speak your word because through nouns and verbs this symbolic reality holographic intrinsically through form we find spirit and transfer it indefinitely. So from my information read with the right eyes and trans mutate higher to inspiration, shift not as a being but as an earth, human, city and nation, change rapidly and fearlessly not for the gain because i promise you even with perfection comes pain.
Stand in these fires now and burn silently,
I will protest only
when the light fades from me
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