Padraig Cu Kelly's
Green World,
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-UPDRAFT IN THE CYCLE-

SKY,
PRIMAL COLD.
THE BREEZE CLIMBS THE CLOUD GRAY CLIFF.
IT CUTS ACROSS THE PATH
AT THE SLOPING LIP JUST BELOW THE SUMMIT.
THE MOIST CHILL EXCITES THE SKIN
AND MAKES THE EYES WATER.
WINTER RETRETS
FROM THE FIRST WILLOW BUDS.
FROST CRACKS THE BLACK SOIL.
BOILING UP,
RECLAIMS LAST YEARS GRASS,
EXPOSES GREEN
SHOOTS.
THE HAWK SPINS,
HOVERING,
SEARCHING.
VAPOR RISING,
MAKES THE TRANSFORMATION BETWEEN
FOG AND CLOUD.
AGAIN THE CIRCLE IS SEEN.


- dragonflies -
the morning air is crisp.
the subtle calling of autumn
nudges easily in while summer momentaraly nods,
dreaming of it’s youth.
day begins to shimmer in lingering blue branches;
stretches in shadow and light across the ground;
a whisper of wind high over head
moves in the cedars.
in the growing warmth
dragonflies crawl from husks of past lives.
individuals emerging, birthed of their own effort.
solitary in their struggle -
dependent on the sun and breeze to spread their wings.
they fly away; green jewels in the morning light.
- WHY WE BREATHE - 1 WAVES- GENTLE RYTHMIC- IN OUR OWN LIVES, TIE US ALL TOGETHER. WAVES OF BIRDS TURN IN THE AIR, DARTING, TUMBLING FROM TREE TO TREE. NEITHER COMING OR GOING. WAVES OF LEAVES AWAKENED LIKE FIRE, FALLING, ORANGE AND BROWN, DISTURB THE SURFACE OF WATER. TREES- BIRDS, REFLECTED THERE BECOME ONE. 2 RIPPLES FROM THE STONE THROWN INTO THE LAKE FIT TOGETHER LIKE LOVERS IN HUSHED PASSION. ONE MIND/PULSE, JOINED, SUNLIGHT SPARKED- A CIRCLE OF ESSENCE, DREAMS, LIVES INTWINED. GOING OUT, COMING IN, YET NEVER TURNING BACK. LISTEN TO THE WAVES WITHIN YOU. LET THEM GUIDE YOU WHERE NO GUIDE IS NEEDED. LIVE WHERE YOU STAND. WHERE LEAVES IN WATER ARE ALL THAT’S NEEDED TO MAKE BIRDS AND TREES ONE.
WHO BE THIS PADRAIG?
THE LORD AND LADY OF THE GREEN WORLD
LIVING IN THE GREEN WORLD
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