I went walking the footpath between life and death.
It was there I first discerned the strum of a harp.
I hastened my step, tracing wooded trail with stealth`
as the resonant resplendent tones grew clear and sharp.
I quickly came upon a figure the size of a mountain.
He carried a manful bearing even as he played.
Smiling at me like he knew me, I felt he was my champion.
“I am the Dagda, god of life and death,” he conveyed.
“I rule agriculture, fertility, seasons and magic.”
Next to him was a cauldron of plenty along with his club
of life or death, and his eyes stored memories both joyous and tragic.
Humbled by this good, great god of Ireland, I felt like a flub.
“Do not trouble yourself,” he paused and said with wisdom.
“You are always most welcome, here in my kingdom.”
Dagda stone
Interesting babe...just like you,
ocean deep, mysterious too...
7 levels to attain...
chakra mentioned my Igraine,
Perhaps from Atlantis too,
from whence we came by canoe,
4 times doomed, Atlantis vain,
tempest storm and volcanic reign,
where hand in hand we two,
lost and gained,
parted sad and blue,
lovingly drawn back to you,
though the world may end again,
my sweetest love adeiu...
reclaimed...
Don Johnson