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 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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