GOD WAKES HIS MORTALITY            

I dare not say how I now feel, for my soul is at peace with the
truth. It is the cunning way of what is and what must be, for I
knowingly give you full support of what you think is not. It is
the fullness of my desire, and the revelation of my fear. I have
changed but am already what I have become. A larva now
blossoms my flight towards the ease of one’s own awareness
of his mortality; I am now man.



Note in a Bottle

Upon the sea I did cast my thoughts to work the ship of sailors
lost, a magic spell to loose the sails forbidden path of Narwhal
Whales. The Mermaid flaps her fins of pain to harp the sound
of windmill reigns, to tread the murky skies of storms and
guide the ores to lighthouse warmth.

music by Fionnuala Sherry, Rolf Lovland  
title: Secret Garden