I stood on the Earth
At a sacred place
A hill in Westmeath
The most center space
The navel of Ireland
In the Kingdom of Míde
Of ancient song and tales
And ancient deed.
Where our ancestors stood
Many years before
In this place of the hearth
Between provinces four
From the Ail na Míreann
Place of Eirú's rest
They Gathered from all
North, South, East and West.
A gateway beyond to the fifth
Otherworld
A portal between
Where the Cat's tail unfurled.
Where the Tuatha Dé Danann
would rise from their beds
Where the horse, hare and raven
would lift up their heads
To call in the spirits for
Bealtaines return
To celebrate life
To watch winter burn.
For Lúgh has awoken from his sleep
In the Lough
And Brigid and Dagda perched high
On the rock.
The human tribes gather with torches alight
Their singing voice carries 'cross the
dark starry night.
The ground is vibrating
The energy soars
The spiritual power
The gathering roars
The chosen one puts
The spark to the pile
The flickering flames
That rise in a while.
The howling begins
The shapeshifters dance
The flames of the fire
Transport us to trance
The orange reflections in
eyeballs that glow
The shaking
The waking
Of the ground below.
This fire is first on Eirú's country
But carry your eye 'ore the old
Hawthorn tree
They now light the others from all over the land
My skin feels electric
Flames flow from my hand.
The shackles of this world
Are released from it's lock
We cry out together..
Uisneach
Uisneach
Uisneach
Áine McGarry 2024
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