Keys of the Green Kingdoms - Key 8
Key 8 - Iona
The heart beats
Then it stops
Then it starts again.
How strange!
The eye that is
The organ of understanding
Is the well
From which fall tears.
Stormclouds rush in,
Salt on the air.
Amongst the leaves
A thrush singing:
Listen, listen, listen to me.
Beauty, beauty, beauty.
No heart can overtake
The long passages of time.
Beauty dissolves, kings,
Saints, seasons, tides
All vanish, vanish
Into the hollow hills.
The hollow hills
Will vanish into the sea
And sunset.
The eye
Forever bathed in tears,
The heart that
Starts and stops -
The thrushes song.
The clouds
Pass over:
Sunlight,
On the mounds of the dead,
Dancing
With the eternal dancers.
Key 8 - Iona
The heart beats
Then it stops
Then it starts again.
How strange!
The eye that is
The organ of understanding
Is the well
From which fall tears.
Stormclouds rush in,
Salt on the air.
Amongst the leaves
A thrush singing:
Listen, listen, listen to me.
Beauty, beauty, beauty.
No heart can overtake
The long passages of time.
Beauty dissolves, kings,
Saints, seasons, tides
All vanish, vanish
Into the hollow hills.
The hollow hills
Will vanish into the sea
And sunset.
The eye
Forever bathed in tears,
The heart that
Starts and stops -
The thrushes song.
The clouds
Pass over:
Sunlight,
On the mounds of the dead,
Dancing
With the eternal dancers.
Key 8 - Iona
The heart beats
Then it stops
Then it starts again.
How strange!
The eye that is
The organ of understanding
Is the well
From which fall tears.
Stormclouds rush in,
Salt on the air.
Amongst the leaves
A thrush singing:
Listen, listen, listen to me.
Beauty, beauty, beauty.
No heart can overtake
The long passages of time.
Beauty dissolves, kings,
Saints, seasons, tides
All vanish, vanish
Into the hollow hills.
The hollow hills
Will vanish into the sea
And sunset.
The eye
Forever bathed in tears,
The heart that
Starts and stops -
The thrushes song.
The clouds
Pass over:
Sunlight,
On the mounds of the dead,
Dancing
With the eternal dancers.
A key that does not fit is simply an ornament.
A door that does not open is unnoticed by those passing by.
The Green Kingdoms overlay the physical presence of Nature with their spiritual (non-physical) realities.
In some places a thin veil only separates land from land so the music of one interweaves that of the other.
'Keys to the Green Kingdoms' are environmental essences made in the Western Isles, the Hebrides, which retain mythic ambiguity and so the language of the ordinary everyday stutters and falls silent.
All our essences can be supplied as non-alcoholic pilules on request.
All our essences are made from the flowers of the trees and places by the traditional, handmade, sunlight method in the UK.