prayer and travel

where the latitudes

meet the longitudes

here in this grid

moving and turning

i have no prayer

but stillness.

like a bird i follow

magnetic fields

i don‘t know

what they mean,

my journey happens,

breckon and broom,

stones and trees,

green fields and sky,

water and wind,

the scent of peat fires

i carry memories,

open to clouds and light,

all has always been

more dream than truth

all inside, in presence

i know and i don‘t name

as all grows out calling

without words

truth is nothing in 

language,it translates

all into ugliness,

prisons of the soul

my prayer is only

stillness, there

i feel you with me

like a question

i accept, and 

i will be silent.

sela.

to Glencullen,Johnnie Fox‘s pub

somewhere now,Ring of Beara

via Kenmare, Caha Pass, to a parking near Glengariff

today from high noon sun.

was a bit 'drugged'.
looked for one hour for the measuring device for the filling of my gas bottles: it was in my fcn pocket!

Kenmare is nice..

and what i enjoy on this journey is that most times i don't know how the day will end nor where i will be.

and i see this is what spoilt me and the way to love: to know that
all evenings and nights end alone.
to know in the morning. to know before.