CAVE HILL (POEM)

drunken mountain ever sleeping far above brown belfast, dirty men with dirty feet dancing ever noble and soaring, beneath are weeping women and ragged ould linen, bravery hidden within the white eyed children of hope

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ON DARKNESS (PHILOSOPHY)

Darkness envelops all. In the darkness there is no time, no form, nothing manifest. All is as one, all is blackest of black. And our minds are free to imagine anything and everything within that darkness. Fears rise up within us, fantasies suddenly seem possible despite the lack of shadow and shape. Darkness is the … Continue reading ON DARKNESS (PHILOSOPHY)