Easter rising... falling... talking heads... stop making sense...feel

international | rights, freedoms and repression | opinion/analysis

Sunday April 16, 2006 02:15

by Barra

Be free... inherit the sky... inherit your own wavy lines... do something real to help people really suffering... internationally as well as nationally.... think outside the boxes.... to hell with borderism....

Easter Lilies

Short and sweet like an asses gallop..... the lilies are rotten this year, how beautiful they were before.... the snail has left this shell for good this time.... the green barrel is full of water.... today is emptier without you here.... a constant gardener and farmer of this patch of land.... a great model of self sufficiency and natural living.... all the horseshoes are gone from the walls.... the property salesmen have been and gone.... some seeds you planted still grow away out back.... but you don’t need them now.... the snails are having a field day.... and the blackbirds... and the thrushes... the shell wasn’t hard enough to protect you from mortality.... no earthly material possessions have you taken away.... I wonder.... I imagine full of feelings.... magic things happen.... too much thinking around and not enough feeling.... too few people know everything..... today is Saturday... tommorow they’ll be out fighting to own the day... of no importance really compared to several years later..... forget about it... they wont really celebrate fighting together.... easier for them to think not feel.... not know.... not be full of magic... full of real tradition.... empty of fear.... we’d lose them at a snails pace.... tommorow they celebrate Jesus’s ascension too... He left the cave like the snail like you... a messenger.... like Him millions are being crucified around the world.... like the followers they fear real sacrifice which could change events.... they fear standing up to the torturers.... they fear laying down their lives to try and save the victims.... they hide behind words and rest on laurels.... Maud is gone.... they know about things like FGM... about crucifixions on such a biblical scale.... sí would have dealt with the crux... they don’t care because they have no real affinity... with nature... with themselves... not feeling like a snail.... they surround themselves in ever expanding houses... of earthly possesions you have one..... God gave it to you coming in.... have it in good shape coming out.... feel your soul with every step... you are unleashed here... be free.... try building statues for things you haven’t overcome as real reminders.
Slán go fóill,
Barra

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