Others will see the path which took them from one understanding toĪnother once in which they realised that which was most precious toįrom the mythologies of our origins to the dreams of Borges andīeyond. And, although Summer sheds to winter, days will That all things must pass both good and bad.įor others it is the mother reassuring her child. Looking back to the walk though winter into vernal days. Once You Had Goldįor some it will be the memory of darkness and their journey thought Repose and one in which the harmony of nature pervaded. On entering through the lowĭoor, one could hear the song of water echo the distant sea or the Oasis where the traveller could find peace. The sea, the moon evoked old dreams and the tea-house represented an Of summer trees, a wave of the sea, the pale evening moon. It has been told that the path to the tea-house was one of a copse One precious feeling held captive in Pandora's box may find it's place This is a wish that love may be kind, and if it should not be, that the Reason can ultimately protect the one who loves from pain or from theĭisappointment of loss. On Love or the loss of it, no amount of advice or If love was always kind there would be no need to worry for those whoīegin this journey. For each one of us aĭifferent love becomes our own woo of dreams.ĭenique non omnes eadem mirantur amantque: All men, in short, do not admire and love the same things. World that we find in the words of poets. The endless delight of fairy-tales, the ever-shifting pictures of our For each of us it is a different treasure we embrace - aĬhanging sky, the crimson flower of the Keys of Heaven, a love token, The world is the love we have for it, connected to memories, wishes,ĭesires. China RosesĮveryone has their own idea of heaven. Living, and although it is a brief encounter, it is complete. Of calm and understanding amidst the bustle and hustle of everyday It is that moment in which we experience a sense It is a peace which is unique to the individual, a peace that is felt Voice of day, the voice of night, the voice of all, of understanding. the voice of epiphany is found in Athair ar Neamh. Variations of it, are echoed throughout history in other ages and Harmonious relationship between Man and Divinity. This Goodwill of God expressed accord between ancient Rome and her Gods, maintaining a Pax Deorum translates as "Peace of the Gods". wood ofĪnywhere is.gaothdobhair.this way. the land of three winters.ole inigo.thoraigh. Persia.the island of the four precious walls.the willows on the the winter garden.that way.the land of paradoxes.theĬity of angels.aigle. Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up, adieu. Snow falling 'round me like angels in flight, Roma RyanĮnyaTube has a video of "On My Way Home".
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