Thought
What are we but conscious folk
Playing different roles bespoke
Real worthy status lies behind
The simple labels “I” and mine
One part it plays is well known
Attention is a beam that’s thrown
In any direction sweeps the field
Where deeper layers get revealed
In joy, steadily, on itself turned
Something new is then learned
Taste of off duty poise and peace
Where milieu of role’s labels cease
Prayer
O Lord let me beam the searchlight of attention steadily on Thee who sits smiling with delight and self-effulgent. Reveal how you become flesh and dwell as objects and move in time.
Paidir
A Thiarna, lig dom solas an aird a dhíriú go seasta ortsa a shuíonn ag miongháire le háthas agus le féin-éifeacht. Nocht an chaoi a n-éiríonn tú feoil agus cónaí ort mar rudaí agus bogadh in am.
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