OF POWDERED BONE AND CLAY

The light in Celtic Consciousness 
Is a penumbral light - the shadowed
Light of the soul, glimpsed only
In rents within its veiled darkness:
It is a glow that suffuses the land. 

The shape of a Landscape
Is an ancient form of consciousness.
The mountains sit in contemplation
While it’s drainages feed the streams 
That run toward their oceanic destiny.

Below the surface, the Earth lives
In an Eternal night, while we trammel
The fragile skein of its verdant skin
Bending it to our will, in bouts
Of egoic subjugation and ruination. 

Our presence is suffused with Landscape.
As individuals, we are possessed by it.
We belong to the Earth
For we are made of its clay and fired
In the imagination of the Earth’s soul.

When we belong to a place we become
Enfolded within that landscape’s soul.
Seated in stillness, like the mountains
Our spirit is revivified, connected again
To its terrestrial  beginnings.

Like Awen Ditty this piece was inspired by
John O’Donohue’s
Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom.