! A Spiral Scratched Into An Ancient Irish Gravestone

A centre and an expansion a life centred expanding the force of the centre whirls a life without limit but it says a centred life what gods the centre does not tell but a centre and from there a spiral which has a beginning but no end the life shaping the death the death shaping the life it seems this life that life could not be told need not be told every life drawn here drawn because it could not be spoken even in a lilting Irish voice speaking a spiral sentence for Irish sentences are like spirals the centre expands without limit the life was lived in the circle of the year that comes round again sowing harvest yet never back to the same place as the mind the vision the experience expands whirls out like a wild dance celebrating birth marriage death yet passes the familiar place each season and love love for the world expands into a holy love spiralling without limit yet never forgetting the centre like a child on a gate swinging knowing it’s safe because of the hinge it knows but does not know for others made the hinge and now we read the spiral on a gravestone tracing back from infinity to the source everything that has an outward everything that has an inward and so there is no need for words the spiral like a poem about life read it forwards read it backwards read it with thanks see it as grace the thick green grass curls over it the lichen yellow orange green placed like a lizard blesses this the most eloquent gravestone in all the world in a green field the clouds white the sky blue this is the centre of the spiral here now and there is no ending to the spiral the gravestone says but a starting yes