Natures of Spins Begins…

‘Siúil A Rún’

“Siuil, siuil, siul a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan”

“I wish I was on yonder hill
‘Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill,
And every tear would turn a mill,
I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel,
I’ll sell my only spinning wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel
I’ll dye my petticoats, I’ll dye them red,
And ’round the world I’ll beg my bread,
Until my parents shall wish me dead,
But now my love has gone to France,
To try his fortune to advance;
If he e’er comes back, ’tis but a chance,
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
I wish I had my heart again,
And vainly think I’d not complain”…written by Clannad

What causes us—to be happy…Who would dare control happiness—a government—a person—a religion? Our own little inner fascist—tells us what and what— not to do? Brain washed since birth—tis the survival of ‘a’ pack…However—all packs—from everywhere—run same—eat same—same be—we—fast-slow-weak-strong-hungry-not-smarter than—a what—still—love little ones—And! Maybe only reason ‘We’ be—donchaknow…Imagine—just imagine—that—when we wake-up—Love-Peace-Understanding—always was the world—of reality—and we had accidentally been—watching a horror film—in a theater of hell…For entertainment?

Draw now—pictures that love—these caves—and—these walls and these—tribes of we—and me—and us—and them—and—before the storm—and—after the end—of rains—of winds and bumping things—and—silent shrieks—once loud—and—now absent—from ear and fear and tear. Sounds—of life drawn—‘cross a million miles—of rock—and rolling till—another—day of storms—and—another night—of passion—shadow dance— beneath a—star-lighted ceiling. Once—again share moments—and lives—and—the power of life. Blood and love—is the matter—of the matter—and—the survival of these—survivors of wherever—gods and whatever storms.

Is Spin World—good—is good—is balance of wheel—syncopation true—symmetry—cut grass—to lawn—green grow—too-to-‘fro’—then cuts again—to match—eye’s sight—wronged—or right? Rip parts—animals do—due—to survival need—bleed—seed—then wronged—or corrected—detected—consumed—only to be replacements? Needs to cheat—each-to-other—one or two—then more—too many—score—before—others-do-to-you—survival required—to win—to lose—too many—to count or rout—before—the over-of-out—begins again? Then spin—us twirls—of balance-speak—world perfection—balance squeak—when one thing dies—to others—survives—the lies—of imperfect—Gods’ whirls—imperfect twirls—nothing loss and nothing gains…Then ‘we all’—again— remain…

“The family is the natural and fundamental unit of society and needs to be protected by society and the State.”(Article 16 (3) of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights)… Slums are the creations of  Capitalist Elites…And! Maybe Truth is a Fiction of the Mind?

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Siúil A Rún’…performed by Celtic Woman

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