the light from her eyes was an aria descending the mountain a lyrical quaking hum lifting the heavy dust from me unbinding the earth from my feet Lazarus leaving Plato’s cave a snake shedding its skin a Celtic moon mystery delights with a soft gaze from the Gentle Queen whose fire reignites my soul’s imramma riding high on Manannán mac Lir’s watery steed towards that island of Tír na nÓg just beyond the line of sky and sea; Oisín and Niamh

the constant beneath the chaos pathocracy lives in the noise ideological adherence the highest morality ideas of integrity as social constructs resting at the bottom of labour pools where the few are more equal than most obedience is the golden rule whereby those with the gold make the rules equality in the waiting line hierarchy in the boardroom where anyone can be equally stupid equally manipulated equally hungry equally afraid in a word controlled

the fault-line of our society is the dehumanization by power that we are statistics described by the inheritance of our appearances not the generosity of our spirit, empathy intelligence uninfected by the arrogance of the search for immortality nor the delusions and cruelty of a god made in our image we rise above the false virtues of willful ignorance distilled deference to our insecurities arrogant pride to stand in front of our mirror and know a deep truth that we are so much more than a surface reflection made by a narrow frequency of artificial light we are the faces of each other in a fractal shell arisen from an unimaginably old deep well

democratization of information cuts more facets on the diamond of my interpretation avoiding social consensus condensing the rainbow light to a single beam of white chaos theory shaping my erratic patterns in the stream of life waiting for the waxing shadow of an eclipse to catch up to my own shadowiness where a peaceful dissolution of solemnity meets a truthful abyss for a mystic’s Seer mind follows the fractals of an illogical vine preferring circles and spirals instead of straight lines

thought and memory the whole entangled within the parts holographic memories persist across entropic remnants captured within the matrices that is me i think i’ll take random walk along a Fibonacci spiral descend the fractal stairways of emergence stand at the gates of mandalas labyrinth parallel paths both walked and not to realize the essence of who we are some glimpse of the great mystery that we are a drop of water in a vast sea that those who have passed remain as currents in the waves

the Red Mare rose from her bed starry flowers about her head through my mother’s hands awoke the Tula nan Trì into this house into this hearth our souls we keep a poet’s dream Summer winds fields of wheat pasture for sheep until she bids Gráinne to her side when Bran’s wing covers my eyes and the Darkness looks at me

released from Piety’s hand dream searching for a Dreamer a seed sown word waiting for a poem story to be told a note from a harp drifting on the moor a knowing wink from Shelagh na Gig above the church door keep your window open some bread crumbs on the sill Pan’s flute will come a calling and the Dream finds a will

I want to wrap my car around a tree, or get stung in the neck by a bee, or fall off a cliff fifty feet. I want to die, But I want it to happen accidentally. I want to be laid down in a padded box where no one can see if I am wearing socks. I want to be dressed up in a pretty white dress where someone has closed my eyes. But please dear God, Don't let me be the reason for my demise. I want to be dead. But I am afraid to die. -B.H.

IF you knocked on. My door how long would you Knock before you gave up a second or a minute or a hour or hours? And would I let you in and how long would you stay a minute or a hour or more? Before you walked out the door and out my life again?

We walk this road everyday. We watch the birds peck for food, We discover the red insects heading home, We pet all the dogs we know And we talk to all the cats that follow. But today was different. Today we looked up, And star struck wonder we knew. For today we saw - A sky peeking through clouds of trees, Glittering day stars twinkling away The sun finding it hard to see you and me Falling leaves cousins to snow and hail. Today we walked under a canopy of trees, Transported to a place of extra peace of utter tranquility. -M.A.