I write of that JourneyI remember how my mother would hold me. I would look up at her sometimes and see her weep. I understand now what was happening. Love so strong a force it broke the cage and she disappeared from everything for a blessed moment All actions have evolved from the taste of flight the hope of freedom moves our cells and limbs Unable to live on the earth, Mira ventured out alone in the sky, I write of that journey of becoming as free as God. Don't forget love; it will bring all the madness you need to unfurl yourself across the universe |
Faoin Aistear Sin a ScríobhaimseIs cuimhin liom mar a mhuirníodh mo mháthair mé. D'fhéachainn uirthi uaireanta is d'fheicinn ag caoineadh í. Tuigim anois cad a bhí ag tarlú Bhí an grá chomh láidir sin gur briseadh an cás agus chuaigh gach aon ní ar ceal di ar feadh meandair bheannaithe. As blas na heitilte a eascraíonn an uile ghníomh; dóchas as saoirse a chorraíonn ár gcealla ár ngéaga Ní don saol seo a rugadh Mira, ghabh sí léi féin chun na spéire. Faoin aistear sin a scríobhaimse faoi a bheith chomh saor le Dia. Ná dearmad an grá is é a thabharfaidh duit an ghealtacht is gá chun tú féin a leathnú ar fud na cruinne. |
