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Uich gwennen na 'wanath ah na dhin.
An uich gwennen na ringyrn ambar hen.
Boe naid bain gwannathar,
Boe cuil ban firitha.

Boe naer gwannathach, [...]

Ты не обречен на потери и безмолвие,

I saw you first on a Sunday evening,
About the altar as I was kneeling.
Upon Christ's passion I was reading,
But my eye was on you,
and my sore heart bleeding.

Oh, Donal Og, can't you feel me near you?
Why don't you tremble the way that I do?

Ever so lonely
Ever so lonely without you
Ever so lonely
Sink into your eyes and all I see
Love is an ocean
And you for me
Sink into your eyes
Your eyes

Where Lagan stream sing lullaby
There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in his eyes
The night is on his hair And like a love-sick lennan-shee
he has my heart in thrall Nor life have owe nor liberty For love is lord of all.
And often when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto his shieling lorn
And thru the doorway keep.

Vishnu Shlokam

Shanta Karam Bhujaga Shayanam
Padmanabham Suresham
Vishvadharam Gagana Sadrsham

Dominus Illuminatio Mea

He said my pretty fair maid
I'm glad to meet you here
For it's on this lonely mountain
Your beauty, your beauty shines
Your beauty shines so
Your beauty shines so clear

And if perchance you ask for me

She lay naked on the rug, weaving gently against the softness. It stroked and moved her back. The candle was a steady pillar of light. She lay with her legs apart, her knees drawn up, her hands and arms along her side and her palms facing upwards, in this open vulnerable position which she had learned to feel comfortable in. She smiled a half smile returning to a conquest, remembering how she had undercome the temptation to see the strength as male, hard and strained, and instead to see it as a soft and vulnerable, organic and flowing like a weed that dances with the wind.
The sweet smell of fresias reached her with their clear fragnance and the smell of her own skin, soft and freshly bathed. She tried always to let it be like this - for commonplace things to become sensual things, for sensual things to become spiritual. Within her sensuality lay Nature flowing in her, the circles of the Moon enchained with her body. The bands of light in the cone of her hair which marked all her bareheaded sons with the precision of rings inside a tree. And her spirit felt itself swell and grown like a seed ready to burst into life.
Her oneness with Nature was at once a surrendering to and a drawing from. A flowing power, a grow which gave her peace and contentment.

Her child played nearby. It too was naked, its soft baby hair falling onto the tiny back. It moved with the grace of a animal, and the tiny gold eyes sparkled with playfulness and lurked curiosity. The child came to his mother and lay beside her on the rug, the dark wool highlighting the soft low for young skin. She pressed her pink wet mouth to her mothers nipple, turned full towards her and sucked for milk and comfort. Her hand grasped up the breast to study it and their skins glided and melded.
Woman and Child. The two, of once one.

The woman felt a slow warm pleasure of the child's gentle sucking. It spread across her breast down to her vulva, made her close her eyes languorously. This too she had accepted joyfully, that every happy emotion made her feel sensual and this was part of understanding her emotions with mind, body and spirit.