Breaking light


that which conceals itself,

yet is not hidden.

Without light, it reveals the birth of light.



Photo credit: Teri Flynn 2014.

About maskednative

There is a gazebo at the end of the garden. It overlooks the estuary. When the tide is in, sea water pools around seaweed covered rocks. The sound is peaceful, meditative. I drink an early morning coffee, listen to the birds singing morning songs, watch a spider spin his fragile life between timber beams above my head. Even in the harshest of winters, the rise and fall of tides, sun-light on water, movement of sky, cloud, moon and stars, allows an awareness of nature behind the mask of perceived reality. I offer my words and pictures in celebration and gratitude to God, for allowing me a glimpse behind the mask. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Bio: Teri Flynn was born in Wales of Welsh and Irish Parents. Educated in England, she moved to Co.Waterford, Ireland in 1997 where her Poetry has since appeared in “The Turning Tide” – an anthology of new writing from Co.Waterford. “Southward” The Journal of the Munster Literature Centre and “Imagine” The Tallow Writers Group quarterly review. Her poetry appears in “Sticky Orchard”, a group effort with Alan Garvey, Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill and grant assisted by Waterford County Council’s Arts Grant Scheme. “Listening To The Grass Grow” with Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill was published by Edward Power at Rectory press and most recently, in ‘Murmurings’, Remembering Anthony O’Neil, with Jim O’Donnell and Alan Garvey. Her poem Queen Of The Sea was included in the Chesapeake Exhibition at RUH, Bath, 2011. Figurehead Carver, Andy Peters. Photographic display of Ship’s Figurehead Carvings by Richard Sibley – A themed display of her oil paintings and poems entitled Cynefin, were on display in Waterford during The Imagine Festival in 2017. Cynefin-pronounced kuh-nev-in is a Welsh word meaning habitat or place. A place where a being feels it ought to live, where nature around you feels right and welcoming.
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13 Responses to Being

  1. Such a puzzling poem with such deep concepts. I’ve mulled over it through a few readings now and agree it is inconceivable. And yet somehow has been conceived.

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  2. maskednative says:

    Seen and not seen, invisible yet felt, as real as the sky above, the ground below, but too much thinking and I go in circles, best to get on with what I know. What do I know ? Nothing and everything.

    Thank you for taking the time to mull this over, your conclusion is perfect.

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  3. j.h. white says:

    Like Steven, I’ve been letting the words ring through me. And the dialogue. You’re creating a luminous place of harmonious resonance Teri ….. a beautiful birthing.

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  4. SirenaTales says:

    Paradox and mystery, beautifully laid out in word and image. Bravo.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. urdamage says:

    Love this!!!

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