A SUCCINCT PHILOSOPHY
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Language
Localises
Mind
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, consciousness, landscape, landscape photography, nature, photography, Poetry, seasons, time, Wales, weather, Winter on January 30, 2022| 2 Comments »
A small breath of wind lifts the mist ‘til more blows in.
Two days, three days frost, has melted
And the birds are in the leaf litter.
The mountain’s voice says
‘Winter is not over yet’
But here in the valleys there is a small respite.
A day or two, perhaps, of gentler thoughts.
The world revolves around us here.
There is lamentation and the groans of fools from afar.
The waves, perceptible and arcane,
Encroach on the plans of contented futures.
But here, for a day or two,
Will be blue calm and the hope
Of buds and roots.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, belonging, forgiving, hills, landscape, Mynyddoedd Cambrian Mountains, peace, photography, Poetry, politics, Wales on August 14, 2021| Leave a Comment »
GIVEN TIME
Given time
All the stones return.
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Companionship, the soft moss
That greens broken voices.
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We are accustomed to abandonment
Where roads turn back
Leaving the high hills to themselves.
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We are accustomed to the tides
Of disdain from those
Who cannot see our wealth.
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We breathe free in cloud and soft rains,
In the glance of sun,
In the silent press of snow.
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What we lack
Has been given away freely.
Nothing of worth
Has been lost.
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From the darkening skies
A single feather falls.
The stones are silent.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ancestors, consciousness, continuance, language, photography, Poetry, the past on January 8, 2021| Leave a Comment »
THESE WORDS
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These words we feed around our firesides,
They are the seeds that feed us.
These words, the sustaining grain.
By them we will be filled,
By them, we reach out and touch others.
By them, we find songs and sing.
By them, we see visions.
By them, we feel edges and give names.
By them, the sudden scent of memories floods in,
The healing waters, the healing well.
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In these words are the songs of our forebears, their dances.
The words we use, they flavour our world.
They are our beer, our bread, our whisky, our offerings.
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These words mean more than they say,
Each filled with spirits, each a ghost coming home.
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We plant them here to grow, to become forest roots,
To become the patterns between stars.
They are the rivers in the oceans,
They are the paths our ancestors have always taken,
Moving on from land to shining land,
Hearth to hearth across the dancing skies.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, cuckoos, distance, Haiku, Haiku-ish, height, landscape photography, Mynydd Preseli, Pembrokeshire, photography, Poetry, Preseli hills, sky, the numinous, Wales, Śir Gar on June 3, 2020| Leave a Comment »
CARN INGLI HAIKU
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We are lost in its blue distance.
Carn Ingli praised by cuckoos.
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A gathering of sunlight.
In the shadows of Carn Ingli
Even the near becomes distant.
Humming bees.
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Some hills watch you for miles,
Knowing who you are, where you have been.
Carn Ingli, perched above the world.
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A flock of blue stones:
Cracked open are their doors.
Crowned in heather and whin
Is silent Carn Ingli.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Haiku, Haiku-ish, landscape, Mynyddoedd Cambrian Mountains, photography, Poetry, time, Wales, water on October 29, 2019| Leave a Comment »
GREEN ROCK
Green rock, black root
time is the river
that shapes this world.
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Green rock, black root
sentience emerges
from realising relationship.
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Green rock, black root
life is born from the seed
of sullen gods who found love.
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Green rock, black root
this world, so full of sorrow,
this world, so full of bliss.
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The familiar will fall away,
as leaves before the autumn wind,
as leaves before winter.
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