Edward Durand Poems
- Outside Is Life Wrapped in cloth, can't feel the wind. It ...
- A Child Of The Universe My mother is the Earth, my father ...
- The Beauty Of Nature How beautiful the people's hearts How ...
- The Lapis Tablet The human radio-receivers move with the ...
- Whispering Willow Of Wonder Weeping willow by the ...
- Into The Arms Of The Goddess The tears of angels fall to ...
- The Eyes Of Innocence I ran through dreams of hidden ...
I am an Irish writer and seeker of wisdom. I studied Philosophy, Parapsychology, Herbalism and Journalism, I did my dissertation on the psychological philosophy of Zen Buddhism. In my own time I studied various mystical traditions and New Age wisdom. I produced a radio programme about the Paranormal on Anna Livia FM in Dublin. I have written poems, songs, stories, articles, reviews, an ... more »
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Outside Is Life
Wrapped in cloth, can't feel the wind.
It rains, yet I remain outside,
Not trapped within cold hard finite walls,
the mind reduced to finity,
no life no hope, no freedom to roam.
Instead I stay outside,
a place of great beauty.
The trees hibernate
Yet the beautiful chaotic intricacy
of the branches reaches out to the sun,
absorbing its positive energy.
And the people stay inside,
in the abstract constructs called reality.
The river flows, pushed to the sea.
Don't want to wear a hat,
I want to feel the air,
but I'm supposed to ...