Filling up the MAGIC TANKS is good for the soul

August 1, 2013


We live on this planet, Earth and for the most part we live in cities – the planet radiates energy, called MAGIC. this magic is radiaded out from the centre, and comes to the surface in spots of natural beauty. It is mostly blocked off when we cover over green space with concrete – Its like putting your finger into a tap when the water is on.

Anyway, we all have MAGIC TANKS inside us. These tanks, like petrol tanks, need to be filled, regularly, so as we function properly. Now, we have to go to a natural spot, we’ll call ita green place, and just wander around. Doing this our tanks are filled up and when full we go back to our normal life, and we do so with big smiles and a feeling inside of WOW LIFE IS SLICK. The nature of life in the city is that it sucks out the magic and when the tank is near empty off for a refill

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October 9, 2008


Barcelona, London, the boat to Rosslare
Limerick, Ennis, West Clare
The people, the laughs, the pints, the adventure
Strangers whose paths briefly cross
All coming and going on their separate ways
Just as the waters of the river Fergus
Earlier rained down in a hale of warm drops
On an old man in his green fields
Working, working, working
Cold red hands
Opening gates, shutting gates
Wellies, cap and jacket
Held together by bailing twine knots

Two thousand five hundred years ago
And that oldest wandering Dharma bum of them all
Lao Tzu, said:
“A thousand mile journey
Starts with the first step”
And its for that reason
Ive journeyed these last two near sleepless
Funny and memorable days
To be here now
Anseo anois
To give my gifts of Hope
And words of thanks
To two I love dearly:
Father Finbarr and little sis G
As they take their own
New first courageous
And perhaps even a little frightening first step
Each on their own new journey
On this beautiful rock Gaia
As she takes her own journey
That three hundred and sixty five and
A quarter day revolution
Around her firey brother
In that most strangest and most beautiful
Journey of them all:
The infinite cycle of kalpa
Bang, Out, Crunch, In,
Bang, Out, Crunch, In,
Bang, Out, Crunch, In,

All on their own journeys
All coming and going
All with their own destinations
Like the Tao,
All flowing

But all in the safe and loving arms
Of this simple miracle
This beautiful and funny existence
And knowing that
We smile.

(Written @ Lahinch, August, Bank holiday weekend 2007)