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Peacewalking



Yes I forgive myself,

for trying to make something,

that obviously wasn't going to work,


to work.


It is just who I am

A hopeless romantic,

a stubborn ram,


and a God crazed celt/Slav/Viking,


Depends on the day of the week.


When I find Beauty

and Purity,

I find it challenging


to let go.

As any poet would.


Every poet needs a muse.

But most poets needs time alone

and silence,


and space wot give birth to whatever,

needs to be born,


And that requires a large dose

of solitude.


And luckily,

Eire can provide that.

As She always has.


Sometimes,

my poetry transcends space and time,

and sometimes it is just:


“I had bad day, week, moth, year”

kinda thing.


I bless myself and all of my selves,

and may the gentle glowing flowers,


on the trees of Healingtree:


bring peace to Beauty

and and may Beauty


give us all


the long desired :


Peace.







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