a starby Gabriel Rosenstock
Original Language Irish & English
and the longing in between
is an tnúthán eatarthu
/ Photo by Adam Lines Photography /
That's where it all starts, with that terrible, unbridgeable gulf of longing. Our lives flow from that longing. We grow and branch and flower because of longing.
And that's where it ends too, when we notice that the void itself is the bridge and not empty at all.
Star and tree, longing fills their dreams, but they awaken touching.
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