Saturday, September 3, 2016

the ghost of loss

A friend sent this blessing by the poet, John O'Donohue.  It came with perfect timing as I just threw away Bogart's Samsonite carrier and the realisation of his goneness is sinking in.

Last Austin pose

On the day when

The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.

And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The grey window
And the ghost of loss
Gets into you,
May a flock of colours,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
In the currach of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.

detente with cousin Damian

(And I've no idea why Blogger is posting my comments twice.)

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