Mull

 

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Walking on a country road 

in the Mull Island I know 

that the beauty I can see 

has got a home 

I am nothing but a man 

looking for his sacred land 

to remember who I am 

and who I can be 

This road goes into the woods 

among the birches and oaks 

then comes out in front of 

a castle view 

Down there is the sound of Mull 

a strange name for a channel 

separating the island 

from the mainland 

There is something without name 

that makes me feel deep inside 

we need really little things 

to feel alive 

16th august, Between Craignure and Torosay Castle, Mull Island, Scotland

Oban

 

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Oban is on the sea 

or have I to call it ocean 

this is the word that wind suggests 

Colours I see around me 

are dark as an early autumn 

it’s covering the town in a drizzle vest 

Isles on the west shore 

are calling ancient emotions 

are homes for druids, warriors and saints 

In the Oban Inn I find 

a shelter and a warm potion 

to make me feel belonging to this land 

As I drink, out the mist 

I think this is a devotion 

The one for the men living in the real west 

Oban, Scotland, 15th august 2024

The wind of autumn

 

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The running leaves 

over the trees

it is the wind 

that´s speaking 

and I can only listen 

yes I am here to listen 

to it 

This is the wind of autumn 

already speaking of 

a not so far wild ocean 

and an enormous loss 

the summer is already dying 

and I am never ready for it 

The yellow fields 

under my feet 

are screaming 

the water need 

and I can only pray 

yes I am here to pray 

for it 

It‘s a colour of autumn 

already painting all 

the landscape in the photo 

and my youth that is lost 

the summer is already dying 

and I am never ready 

for it

This is my little harvest for Lughnasadh

 

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This is my little harvest for Lughnasadh 

some lavender flowers for Lughnasadh 

I don’t deserve anything 

but I need something to live 

 

This is the harvest night of Lughnasadh 

with empty hands I pray for my heart 

I squeeze a little drop 

of faith, that’s all I’ve got 

 

Always the summer today starts to end 

While the full fire it’s over the land 

the wheel of the seasons full of contradictions 

it can explain we live in a maze 

 

It’s a shifty evening of summer 

‘cause the double meaning of harvest 

makes me think we can be 

the sacrifice or the gatherer 

 

Always the summer today starts to end 

While the full fire it’s over the land 

the wheel of the seasons full of contradictions 

it can explain we live in a maze 

 

Lughnasadh 2024