Lovers Of The Night Comments

life is mystery.. birth is a mystery, death is a mystery, thoughts are mysteries, relationship with God is a mystery. everything is a mystery........... living in this mystery, breathing in it, smiling with the mystery. as always you are a great mystic dear Norah. thank you, thank you, thank you. tony

In a recent reply you had mentioned your near-death experience. Your story and your vision left an impression and a curiosity and appreciation that speaks deeply to me. As one who wishes only to have the time and place to leave behind the artificial noise of a plugged in society. A place of techno-junkies of which the allure is a mystery to me and instead to live a simple yet blissful life engaged in each moment without any undue interference from an absurd and childish culture. That being said Norah Tunney I then wrote Celtic Light for you. As for your poem. I knew in reading that you did not have some bizarre fixation with death. Quite the contrary your deep and powerful bond with the moment and the evening's Aspen gold shines through in this and in all of your writings. No matter if the actual subject is addressed your writings are you and your life experience comes shining through. Your heart is open wide, your religion is living, you have room enough for the whole of the world. Shout Huzzah for Norah Tunney From the mountains to the windswept plains Then embrace the sound of silence Then shout Huzzah again You are a lover of the night, a dancing flame, a Celtic light.

A fantastic poem, Norah. In the second stanza, night may be a metaphor for death. How ironic that the dark evinces life, - the bright colours, the welcoming heart, the joy of living. A great poem.