Ireland I

A cold sunny morning...

And out of that cold sunny morning, what could have seemed a total loneliness, blossomed into a real sense of freedom...

There...

Solitude, there...

I'm putting down my clothes at your feet...Naked and free...To meet you through the alchemy of a mysterious equation..Timeless...

United with the deep, strong unchanging roots....A strength made of stones, leaves, lakes, flowers and mountains..Impertubably crossed by a constantly changing air...

Light clouds gathered in farandole around the unperturbed mountains...A sense of eternity..Giving to my world a new meaning..A Universal transending feeling...


Some coloured sheeps lost in the bushes..Almost still...planted like stones in the landscapes...

...And the delicious sweetness of being aware of all the possible choices out of there...

I can guess the stake..Experiencing the golden price of Silence...Like a tightrope walker....

Either you fly...Either you die...

I know that standing there is like a gift, all along with the will and the deep breath taken...Conscious of the inner Solitude...Of the cardinal points..and of my own centre of gravity..

The point of balance...

Killarney and the area of Kerry - Ireland - February 2011