Mary Black, No Frontiers

https://youtu.be/XvABIMOkaGQ

John Martyn, Solid Air

https://youtu.be/Kg_Utj4Aljc

don’t know that i can be.
beautiful song for Nick Drake

a bit on Dublin

drinking good coffee, astonished!

had a long walk, most photos in camera, not here in
my mobile.

i don't like the space of chats much anymore. i am not one for chatting..
and i don't suffer fools easily.

social media, many of them, let you see in real time when your text has been read. and there they create artificial presence.

also, even in emails, we read what we immediately react to, we pick out of context what we dislike-and react.

this way i have often been classified as a stupid human being and had concepts imposed on me i cannot agree with.
concepts from a person without concepts...well.
and i often misunderstood completely.

i was told 'truth' i didn't see as true but ugly and out of any way
in which two humans could find a smile.

i reacted, lots of times.
i am also an emotional being apart from many other aspects
and am unable to dress and hide all. some of this can be transformed, some not at all.
it is up to me:
some i don't want to transform-when i want to drink juice i don't like spirits. enough said.

am i alone?
no.
i am never alone.


unlike many of our fairy stories ending with 'and then they lived happily together until the end of life' Irish old stories often end with 'and then they all died', sometimes with 'i don't know'.
i like both options, the second one better for now.

and with just a bit of poison of thought to immunize my soul i feel well and at rest with me here and everywhere.

good evening from Dublin
to 'whomsoever it may concern'

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.