The Celtic Wood

The Celtic Wood is not just a wood. It is not limited by direction or time.

2008

GARMENTS

Upon a day Beauty and Ugliness met on the shore of a sea.
And they said to one another, "Let us bathe in the sea."
Then they disrobed and swam in the waters. And after a while
Ugliness came back to shore and garmented himself
with the garments of Beauty and walked away.

And Beauty too came out of the sea, and found not her raiment,
and she was too shy to be naked, therefore she dressed herself
with the raiment of Ugliness. And Beauty walked her way.

And to this very day men and women mistake the one for the other.
Yet some there are who have beheld the face of Beauty, and they know
her notwithstanding her garments. And some there be who know the face
of Ugliness, and the cloth conceals him not from their eyes.
-Kahlil Gibran -The Wanderer

ENTER the Celtic Wood
CelticWood of years past

2007
I awaken.
It is a night of deep desire
a song of ethereal longing.
The wind howls cold and mournful
The beautiful one stirs.

Her silken hair cascades over
pale shoulders.
Her full deeply crimson lips part slightly
to taste a timeless desire.

Longing, like the wind blows through me
and leaves me stirred.
My breath comes deep and musky
my eyes half open glance about.
I am listening for the sounds
of unrepentent pleasure.

My senses heighten
My heart beats matching
the rhythm of her breathing.
All around the world moves.
Here time does not exist
I stand filled with yearnings.
As the moon light gently falls
caressing softly the form before me.

A night of ecstasy - Doran of Ayr

2006
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.

But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
TS Eliot - Burnt Norton

2005
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the angry axe of time
falls against my naked soul.
It severs me, and darkly my life's blood drips
to the cold, uncaring abyss.

In numbness I stand
while the end of life surrounds me.
Now alone, my torment falls upon darkened eyes.

Another year of death
- Doran of Ayr

2004
"One must have chaos in oneself
in order to give birth
to a dancing star."
- Friedrich Nietzsche

2003
It (death) comes equally to us all,
and makes us all equal when it comes.
John Donne, poet (1573-1631)

2002
I had a dream which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air . . .
- Darkness Lord Byron (1816)

2001
"MIDWAY upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost"
"The Divine Comedy" by Dante Alighieri

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