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My favorite metaphor is "dropping a pebble in the pond".
~ hsh 2023

Artist Vasil Woodland: Where the mystery lies dormant in eternity.

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Morning Star and the Veil

(((∞))) morning star divine is her requiem of the night nations and all their stars and planets blending into the dawn they were born to make real the greatest loving and longing her sheer atmospheric veil of floating water mist and clouds leaving her all but naked gifted by and to tease us, and our father sun with her perfect reflection the same but opposite twin-spirited lover gd’s begotten sun, and star daughter they were born to make real the greatest loving and longing t

i am not me

(((∞))) i have alwayz been your student i have alwayz been your mentor I am not me the past, the present, the future justify the now. i am blessed... ~ hsh © 062326 The Great Bell Chant (The End Of Suffering) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1ZwaEzMtJw

Angel..., man, woman, child

.(((∞))). angel… man, woman n orb child passioned spark of life touching reflections hidden by doubt they, being us human seeing yet not believing almost anything the mystery might silently shout without your hope, dreams n prayers we can never come out ~ hsh © 0402013 (edit 020923) With This Love by Peter Gabriel : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=beB6L3HUwVc

Vision Keeper

(((.∞.))) Artist- Vasil Woodland - "Sunny drink" there can be no rest for me compelled, fixed, pinned in place, blindly gazing into the sacred and profane held within. unknown to mortal hearts, yet felt by us; never fully known by any. riveted to blinded hope of one more flight of servitude in its presence — outside of time, beyond control. ear bent, heart open, frozen, waiting for one more guided trick — a commandment, one more whisper from beyond. ~ hsh © 051313 (Edit 07032

Saints

(((∞))) Druid A.I. Art by Robb N. saints are not without sin they are saints because of them the miracles are not miracles they are a change of consciousness — acted upon ~ hsh © 050726 The Mystic Warrior Poet Brother Guy Prayer: Great Mystery, Great Spirit 'Please help me, help you, help us.' PH: "Ah Roo-nuh more, Un Spyur-ud More, kaw-ree lum, kaw-ree lat, kaw-ree lin, leh duh hull." In Irish: "An Rún Mór, An Spiorad Mór, cabhraigh liom, cabhraigh leat, cabhraigh linn,

The (((∞))) Road

(((∞))) birth journey the road adventure odyssey rebirth home ~ hsh (c) 041326 ~ Photo by Joni Ann: top of Multnomah Falls, Oregon USA The Beatles - The Beatles - Free As A Bird (Official Music Video) [2025 Mix] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODIvONHPqpk&list=RDODIvONHPqpk&start_radio=1

By The Cairns of Carrowmore…

(((∞))) Photo taken 032526 By the Cairns of Carrowmore By the Cairns of Carrowmore… Sligo, Ireland visiting where… my Great-Grandfather was born. Older than Stonehenge Older than the Pyramids not to be compared By the Dolmen Tombs of Carrowmore… Sligo, Ireland Where my bloodline passed n returned More than history, land marks or a novel notion for pilgrimage Older than Stonehenge Older than the Pyramids not to be compared By the Stone Circles of Carrowmore… Sligo, Ireland los

Lost n Found

(((∞))) Love Found i found you in a dream but you were always there in the world behind the veil forgotten yet always within our hearts waiting to remember our timeless language of love ~ hsh © 120725 040725 Lady Gaga - Always Remember Us This Way (Lyrics Video) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0FQb3RMfPg&list=RDL0FQb3RMfPg&start_radio=1 I'll Never Love Again (from A Star Is Born) (Official Music Video) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52nfjRzIaj8&list=RDL0FQb3RMfPg&index=3 M

So many lovers

(*((∞))*) Tin Woodman by Yan Blanco So many lovers— some felt sacred, some still do when memory calls. Some hover, haunting the hidden cave of my soul. Some pierce this new‑found heart. Others return bringing healing. All the wounds and wonders save my life each time I fall. So many Lovers A few seem sacred A few let me go because they were. ~ hsh © 120725 (edit 120725) A Very Unusual Town - AI Music Video Kelly Boesch AI Art https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vx1UGA_T1nI

(((∞))) "Sacred Love of Mom" Painting by Vasil Woodland 2021. Birth Leaving resistance behind Warm liquid muffled glimpses n sounds Light moving, inviting From skin thru to womb Calling Not needing knowing Only craving…, More Why then? Without thought Thrusting out for more Almost like demanding more Gasping at more Emerging into more Slapped into breath n the presence of So much more. Hunger Embryonic fluid Turning cold On our skin Suddenly Craving what was Withdrawal

“The Claim and the Shame”

— A Dr. Seuss-style Poem by hsh & A.I. CoPilot I write not in anger, but in rhythm and grace, To speak of a journey, a claim, and a place. From forests of Oregon to Galway’s often grey skies, I’ve carried my truth, not in silence, but sighs. I came as a scholar, a poet, a guest, To study, to serve, to give Ireland my best. But systems misfired, and dignity strained— My claim for protection was doubted, disdained. Yet here in these pages, you’ll find what is true: A l

‘Our Lady Gaia’ in English, Irish and phonetically (including narration by Ronan Murray)

(((*∞*))) ‘Our Lady Gaia’ (in English, Irish and phonetically ) ‘Ár Máthair Dhomhanda’ ( i mBéarla, i nGaeilge, agus go fóinéiteach PH: AW-r MAW-hir GHOWN-uh i MYALE-rah, i NYALE-guh, AH-gus guh FOH-nay-tchukh Standing Tree Nations The Redwood, the Birch, An Sequoia, an Bheit, PH: un SUK-wee-uh, un VETCH the Dogwood and the Olive, an Crann Madra agus an Olaiv, PH: un KRAHN MAH-drah AH-gus un OH-liv and all of the rest agus gach uile cheann eile PH: AH-gus gok

I could use a hand

<(((.∞.)))> (((<3))) I could use a hand I came from a far off land Before he laid down in his bed, said my Great Grandfather, Ed I lay me down before I sleep I pray my soul for you to keep I pray, Great Mystery, Great Spirit… 'Please help me, help you, help us' My people are starving across the pond, not for lack of potatoes, did he and his three brothers run. Not for fear to carry a gun, but for fear that his family would not carry on The Troubles began before the lack of fo