In the Burren Trees
There I walked without surety, not thinking or knowing, only moving through the trees, quietly walking towards the sunlight shards. Drawn only by the light, something about the light, muted, one or two dimensions removed. I strolled deeper into this Burren stand of trees, now blending with the presence, joining and confirming, I know not what. The beckoning surrounded me and A shimmering, a million light beings smiled and laughed, seemingly happy that I dare look, not using my eyes. Gifted, once again, by ancient aliveness, always present, awaiting invitation. All shimmer and light, all total bliss. A world of brilliance, lightning-like, flashed, and the pierced veil fell away. Such brilliance waits for affirmation and the invitations are few. Look, invite, confirm and accept and know from your soul depths, you are not alone. The light always beckons. Hold dearly this rare gift, encountered in a leafed tree alcove on an island of roc...