night wings…safe in the dark

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Elegy for John O’Donohue

The invisible conversation you held while you were alive can still be heard in every shadowed wall, in the birdsong of morning, and in the last light of evening; the final rays above the river drawing the shape you make in the air by your absence. So that even in the warmth of the southern night I hear your laughter singing from the same familiar sunlit nowhere you always inhabited even before you left and that still flows with me, morning or evening, invisibly close to where I go.

Even in narrow streets, surrounded by stone, I listen through those walls in parallels now, and at times inhabit an intimacy where I seem to hear your unseen heart beating close to mine, counting the seconds of my life, as if telling me to live fully in this parallel until I come, some fateful day and meet you, standing at the threshold of yours.

When I speak, the words are no longer mine to give away, even though I begin alone, we seem to finish every sentence together and often in ways I needed but could not imagine, so that now I cannot tell where I begin a theme and you join in, and I wander among my friends, wondering if they know to whom they speak. I know now our friendship led us to love because the impetus of your death continually leads me to places where I feel you just about to appear again, your hands lifted toward me, your laughter reminding me of what I wanted while you lived and breathed, your body strangely reborn in mine, and yet continually coming and going from me, at times the familiar line of your back suddenly turning to that shouted wave at the corner before you disappear; off to some imaginative otherness where others wait, but always returning after an hour, a day a month, a year, the beckoning stranger come to meet me, shaking hands for the first time, the light in your eyes alive again to our future, with no shadow of parting.

…..David Whyte

no words here for this space in between feeling and knowing……the deep imagination and the heart of a soul entwine to ground and return us to the cool depths of darkness……this sweet relief transforms our lives, loves and fear…..we sleep in the well of the moon…..

On the day when

The weight deadens

On your shoulders

And you stumble,

May the clay dance

To balance you.

And when your eyes

Freeze behind

The gray window

And the ghost of loss

Gets into you,

May a flock of colors,

Indigo, red, green

And azure blue,

Come to awaken in you

A meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays

In the curragh of thought

And a stain of ocean

Blackens beneath you,

May there come across the waters

A path of yellow moonlight

To bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,

May the clarity of light be yours,

May the fluency of the ocean be yours,

May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow

Wind work these words

Of love around you,

An invisible cloak

To mind your life.

….John O’Donohue

a heart’s reverie

It seems that there is within me a higher sense- like a face to my soul- which at certain moments- turns its attention to another dimension. It is an order of things and ideas higher than anything to do with common life, or with the interests of this world which occupy men so exclusively. I then have the intimate feeling, a strong impression of certain truths, that I am in contact with an invisible order, with a superior state of existence, that is completely different from the one in which we normally exist……Maine de Biran

4 thoughts on “night wings…safe in the dark

  1. In the cool arms of grief; in the eternal hope of another (just as sweet) time…….there, our trust. Each time I have thought I was at an end, I’ve opened my eyes to realize a new beginning……. To be lifted above the false assurances of things; to know something deeper than our bones never leaves us (never leaves us)…….. Bobbie

    • such bravery……the unknown as comfort as soul as prayer as renewal as deep love…..yes…..we can be with…..wonderful to connect in soul space Bobbie…..

    • a remembrance like ghosts tucked in and waiting to reveal the sweetest secrets…..we know them in our bones……your words tell the old stories g.f.s…..

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