Strive for simplicity
The Mayo Tao
I have abandoned the dream kitchens for a low fire
and a prescriptive literature of the spirit;
a storm snores on the desolate sea.
The nearest shop is four miles away –
when I walk there through the shambles
of the morning for tea and firelighters
the mountain paces me in a snow-lit silence.
My days are spent in conversation
with deer and blackbirds;
at night fox and badger gather at my door.
I have stood for hours
watching a salmon doze in the tea-gold dark,
for months listening to the sob story
of a stone in the road, the best,
most monotonous sob story I have ever heard.
I am an expert on frost crystals
and the silence of crickets, a confidant
of the stinking shore, the stars in the mud –
there is an immanence in these things
which drives me, despite my scepticism,
almost…
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Masked Native 
Teri, thanks for posting this. The simplicity of mindfulness that resides just beyond the edge of language.
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‘Just beyond the edge of language…’ Thank you for your words too Tom, perfect.
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Oh, how rich and playful and lovely, Teri. Thanks so much for sharing, as I had not been familiar with Mahon’s work….but his painterly poem kindles some body memories in me from my long ago honeymoon in your amazing land! Hope all is well with you. xo
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It’s great that the poem resonated with you Sirena, it is very beautiful x
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Beautiful!
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Yes, it is beautiful.
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What a beautiful share, connecting to nature.. 🙂 Its lovely… Thank you for bringing it to us..
And only sorry I am late in getting here to read it.. xx ❤ Sue
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Glad you liked the poem Sue, it is so beautiful, a definite keeper xx
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It is…. xxx Have a wonderful new week Teri xxx
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Love this poem.
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