Never On This Cold Acre - ( tommy boy )

Never on this cold acre, this . . . landing of soft green hills, have I ever known real freedom.

Alone, I take my hands and run them through the cool, wet blades of grass. I lay here
In morning affecting necessary introspection. For introspection is mine.

" God Holy Damn, but I better start writing this **** down!! "

" . . . Yes, tommy boy, you've work to do. "

Soft, slender moments, good soulful hidden masterpieces, these words. I construct them and
They become jewels. Jewels held in tightly against morning. Jewels meant to spring forth light.

And inside each, enlivened inner crystalline rainbows reflect in mirrors.

Ah, my senses. These abundant golden shadows dance for me. Multi colored freedom dance.

I must have more!

Searing breath of my lone existence, this erect palace where Angels dance for me,

Pretty, angelic, white gowned ladies move about me swirling in their gowns in the morning mist.
I am touched profoundly.

I place my fingertips into a bowl of cool water. I dance this brow, wiping away the formed sweat
Tears. And here I pray - in the moment.

And then, as the sun breaks through the Willows, I am duly reminded . . . I've got work to do.

tommy moran, Ireland, 2013

Lovely

So are you, pkh. So are you.

tommy boy

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Early cool, breath of morning. In the stillness freedom inhales. I feel tender movement in these veils rising and pulling at the senses.

beautifully inspiring

* Aye, your warmth, this warmth, reaches me here - close in. Thanks to everyone for taking your important time out to read this piece. You ARE appreciated.

tommy boy / Ireland, Sun. Aug. 25th, 2013 - noon here on the island

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Love this. So ephereal and purposeful

Taking time away from daily responsibilities to reflect, to touch and see and hear and smell and taste creation…To look inside at who you are and who you want to be is something we should all do each day if only for a moment or two…

Your beautiful expression reminded me of this poem by William Henry Davies called "Leisure"…I hope it is OK to share it with you Tomo...

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.



No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.



No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.



No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.



No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.



No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.



A poor life this is if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies 1911

i join in the praise.....