Monday, August 06, 2007


For some reason I'm dreaming of travel today.

I don't know if I've ever mentioned it but I have a bit of an obsession with going to Ireland. I'm not sure why but it's always been there.

Maybe because I share a name with a major airport there, or because I have a strange love for Irish Bardic poetry, or my strange love of listening to Irish Gaelic spoken, my weakness for black haired black eyed gentlemen? Who knows.

There are several very specific places I want to visit in Ireland. Among them are:

Ballymena. I have spent hours and hours looking at pictures, reading about and pining for this place. Somewhere there is a picture of this open field and I want to sit in it, (it or another similar) for hours alone.

Also naturally I really want to see Leap Castle. However I don't think I want to be chased by pissed off elementals like the Ghost Hunters were. I wanted to go before I ever saw that episode, now I want to go more but probably not at night and absolutely not by myself.

I also want to go to the Highlands of Scotland. Particularly Cairngorms National Park. My love of Scotland comes from memories of the very first boy I was ever in love with being Scottish and listening to his Father tell me all about it in his huge booming voice, watching the boys in the family play the bagpipes. Regale me with tales of big green beautiful places. I want to go.

I also want to go back to Japan. I really want to return to Nara. Specifically I want to go back to the Todaiji Temple and sit with Buddha. I want to feed the little deer and stare in aw at Kofukuji Temple because it is really spectacularly beautiful.

I think part of my dreaming mood is the weather. It clouded over and is warmish.

Also listening to Diamanda Galas on my way to work probably didn't help me in the focus department either.

Don't even get me started about Moscow, Sao Palo, blablabla.

Back to Ms. Galas, I just read something about her that said she's capable of "the most unnerving vocal terror" that is a beautiful very true statement. There is something amazingly beautiful about anyone who puts that sliver of ice in my spine, regardless of how it's done.

I'll leave you folks with one of my favorite poems by Khalil Gibran.

A Lover's Call XXVII

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?

Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?

Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,
While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?

Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you
Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the
Field, haven of your dreams?

Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the
Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and
Filling their hands with your bounty?

You are God's spirit everywhere;
You are stronger than the ages.

Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of
You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love
Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed?

Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the
Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs
Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?

Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands
Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if
We were hiding ourselves within ourselves?

Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,
And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips?
That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love
Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter!

That kiss was introduction to a great sigh,
Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into man.

That sigh led my way into the spiritual world,
Announcing the glory of my soul; and there
It shall perpetuate until again we meet.

I remember when you kissed me and kissed me,
With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said,
"Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose,
And must live apart impelled by worldly intent.

"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.

"Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate;
Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower
The cup of the sweetness of life.
As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my
Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding."

Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in
The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey
To you my heart's every beat and affection.

Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image
Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his
Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.

Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty
And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses.

Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping
From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?
Do you know the greatness of my patience?

Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying
To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any
Secret communication between angels that will carry to
You my complaint?

Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life
Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.

Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!
Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!

Where are you, me beloved?
Oh, how great is Love!
And how little am I!

Homo Out.


Nelly said...

If you ever get to Ireland give me a shout. I live near Ballymena and know of some awesome fields.

Nudiemuse said...

I will do that. I want to see it so bad. Thanks for coming by :)

Anonymous said...

Captivating writing, I am drawn to ask the question; "Why Ballymena?"
I moved here to Ballymena a few months ago, I moved from Florida to Northern Ireland, the place of my birth. I always knew I'd come here and now I am wondering why myself, there must be some greater reason I was called home. Serene beauty, old fashioned ways. I love it here.

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