KEY NINE
(Undines)
“Your science of rigidities
Are lies of the fearful.
We, here, are void and free.
Infinite, immortal flow.
Limitless, deathless
Tuned, turning tides,
Roaring silence.
Impossible song
None can forget.
Escape you frozen fears,
Melt,
Meander.
You are, anyway,
Made vessels for our fierce bliss.
Flow,
Willing.
Let go.
Find us,
Void and free.”
—
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KEY EIGHT
(Iona)
The heart beats
Then it stops
Then it starts again.
How strange!
The eye that is
The organ of understanding
Is the well
From which fall tears.
Storm clouds rush in,
Salt on the air.
Amongst the leaves
A thrush singing:
Listen, listen, listen to me.
Beauty, beauty, beauty.
No heart can overtake
The long passages of time.
Beauty dissolves.
Kings, saints, seasons, tides
All vanish, vanish
Into the hollow hills.
The hollow hills
Will vanish into the sea
And sunset.
The eye
Forever bathed in tears,
The heart that starts
And stops –
The thrushes song.
The clouds
Pass over:
Sunlight
On the mounds of the dead,
Dancing with the eternal dancers.
—
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KEY SEVEN
(Faerie Travellers)
Cap of invisibility,
Cap of indivisibility.
From whence do the elements separate?
From the instant of central balance.
From what flows the certainty of form?
From the heartbeat between what was
And what will be.
At the corner of sight:
Eyeblink or distant lightning?
What you know will blind you.
The oldest foundations are no longer in sight.
The ancestors watch this world,
All have names, sing their genealogy,
Have woven you.
Sink into the weave,
The world wears you.
Wear yourself lightly
Leaving no footprints.
—
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PERCEPT
Moving towards silence
A step of attenuation
A lessening and an expansion
As when
Rain begins
At the edges of woodland:
A green cooling,
A descent of,
A coalescence.
The slowing breath
An evaporation of thought,
Of need,
A taste of solicitous solitude,
Space to merge
Within and without.
A new flame lit,
Passing from, out of,
Into, transparency,
Veils parted, reformed.
Lands laid out
Slowly travelled,
A shadow of sunlight
And cloud.
The sound of a small stream
Hidden amongst grassesPERCEPT
Moving towards silence
A step of attenuation
A lessening and an expansion
As when
Rain begins
At the edges of woodland:
A green cooling,
A descent of,
A coalescence.
The slowing breath
An evaporation of thought,
Of need,
A taste of solicitous solitude,
Space to merge
Within and without.
A new flame lit,
Passing from, out of,
Into, transparency,
Veils parted, reformed.
Lands laid out
Slowly travelled,
A shadow of sunlight
And cloud.
The sound of a small stream
Hidden amongst grasses.
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KEY SIX
(Sheaval, Barra)
To bring us home safe
She waits upon the hillside.
To bring us home safe –
Old roads straight worn
From loch to lochan.
The cry of seagulls
From the land
Lost in mists.
Bell.
Chalice.
Cloud.
Watcher.
—
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KEY FIVE
(Beinn Sguraval, Barra)
Mountain wearing a cloak of flowers.
Grey door.
See in new ways:
Relax, allow your sight.
Where your attention flows,
There is a doorway.
Veils of rain
Thousand primroses
Wonderful!
Melt meanings,
Dissolve barriers.
Music is the ordering of silence.
See with your heart.
Nothing is hidden but in clear view.
You yourself are the key.
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KEY FOUR
(St. Columba’s Well, Barra)
At the green knees of Beinn Tangaval:
Little cave,
Stream of inspiration.
White dove,
Among the wind and weathered rock
Orchid, lousewort and asphodel,
secret and safe.
In the bay:
Turquoise and violet waters,
Arc of sand.
On the lochside shore
White feather on the air.
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KEY THREE
(St. Brendan’s Chapel, Barra)
Nowhere nearer
The Isles of the Blest,
The dead gather together,
Warrior and child.
Coaxed by a hand of hills
The land launched
Into silver sunset ocean.
Go on, you can do it.
It will be alright,
Wonders await you…
The voyage into mystery
Stepping stones to heaven.
Eternal islands,
Eternal seas.
—
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KEY TWO
(Stones of Callanish)
Starlight
Ripples outwards.
Past, present, future, sitting down
To feast at the same table.
The ancestors from whom we descend
Graciously remain;
Their old,wrinkled faces,
Their stone fingers,
Reveal the bones, extracting
Meat and marrow:
This is where eternity crystallises.
This is where soul, stone and star converse.
Procession of coincidence.
Listen:
The music of time.
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KEY ONE
(forest of Caledon)
Green bed
Lie here safe.
Green heart
Rest here whole.
Green jewel
Rest here in light.
Over all and
Over Earth:
Completion.
Sufficient.
Wrapped in clouds
Held, not forgotten.
Endless is the mystery
Of life
Finding itself.
Sun and stars, even,
watch amazed.
Green heart of
All things.
the first of ten pieces attempting to encapsulate numinous landscapes of Scotland and the Western Isles. Landscapes that exist in memory, mind, folklore, as well as geographically. Access points to the Celtic (and pre-Celtic) Otherworlds. As a means to soul healing and the yearn of a return to an unreachable home
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