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The medieval Irish work "Buile Suibhne".
Translation James G O Keefe Ms Royal Irish Acadamy.17th Century.
Suibhne Geilt, mythical poet-King of Dal Araidhe.
Anonymous 9th century Irish prose poem, The Frenzy of Suibhne.
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Man you are not creation’s inspiration
Nor its reason, which in all your teaching
Seems to be the implicit assumption.
Something went wrong in your theme,
Some devious other intervene scheme.
You invented reason as well as Satan,
Your arch rival ego, but the image made in,
You the centre & the reason of creation.
This I say to you all in our passing
Whilst amidst tears I go on laughing.
Poor deceived man in the great evolution,
The infinite worlds of transmigration.
Who’s to say I’m out of tune, rhythm,
Musical discord begins in explosion!
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
12/12/2007 |
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His ambivalence is a dead giveaway.
Explosion, a sound new beginning.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
10/24/2007 |
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Intriguing piece on the imperfections of mankind....
Be safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
10/24/2007 |
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The key of REBELLION! This inspires me to free my quill and let the freedom ink really interpret the tarot. Great message, Robin! My Emperess with an Ace of Pentacles kicker! I'm playing this hand, baby! Be well...Blessed Be.
Love,
Sage |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
10/24/2007 |
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| man does think so very highly of himself-a good write- |
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