Finding your own Way | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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Many more people are finding that they are unsatisfied with life; - despite the impact of material success, and are turning to meditation and ...
You Are Free | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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You are free. You are free,. Free as the wind that weaves and billows as it dances with the ripening corn. You are strong,. Stronger than the sun ...
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... somewhere which is never here. A place which lives in half-forgotten memories of somewhere I called home. Patrick Kavanagh
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No one said it would be easy | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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No one said it would be easy when the doctor slapped your ass and sent you on your way. No one said it would be easy when the preacher ...
Reflections | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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I gaze at your reflection in the mirror of my mind. If I could somehow travel through the mirror to your world, I wonder just what marvels I might ...
A Shared Gift… | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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A Shared Gift… Your tribute in rhyme for celebration or remembrance. I will write a bespoke poem for you, or a loved one, for any special occasion. Simply email me, at , with the details you need including and the nature of the sentiments you wish to express. I will email, (or post if ...
Can't they eat Cake? | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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The lady was pacing and pursing her lips. You could tell she was vexed by the swing of her hips. “It has always been easy to tax the poor! How can you dare tell me, It's not like before!” “Who are these oafs who are after our money? If it's meant as a joke, - well, I don't think it's funny! We make all the profits ...
Clubbing. | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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I remember the dancehalls in Dublin's fair city. After 21 rums all the girls looked so pretty. When I spied my amour, - she's the one on the right,. My heart was just bursting with love and delight! I had feared that it would be one more wasted night,. With the boys on the left and the girls on the right. But I plucked ...
Faery Dreams | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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I sat and gazed, entranced by memory's wistful themes, at Nana's splendid gift. Such a pretty frill, from one who spent her life in duty and in thrift. I realised that life is never just as simple, or as vapid, as it seems. to those who never take the time, to listen to their dreams. Her laughter and her rambling stories ...
Finding Your Own Way | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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Develop your intuition, your creativity and your deeper connections with the universe in a safe and effective way. In this book, I offer some simple techniques and meditations for those who wish to open themselves to their own inner world and find a fresh perspective, that is theirs alone. Despite their ...
Hummingbird | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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What dreams we had when Mothers fruits hung ripe and succulent on every tree. Our virgin world gave shelter to the old and there was world enough to simply be. Our children played while old men prayed and youth was wild and free. The ancient forests stretched across the land and touched the distant ...
Is being good enough, enough for you? | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse ...
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We all dream of greatness in some form. What is it that holds us back? Our biggest stumbling block is the feeling that we may not be good enough. But, ask yourself...According to who? Who is the final judge of all that you do and think? Do you berate yourself for the slightest mistake? Do you find it either too ...
Just for Today | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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Just for today, I am resolved to listen to the trees. Even here within this room, I hear them whisper in the breeze. They speak of Summer's now long past. They tell me that the song of life will last. But now the time has come to settle into Winter's gentle ease. Even now, the leaves are swirling round the ...
King of the Woodlands | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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Come and rest yourself beneath my towering trees. The sun is once again reborn and all may be at ease. Your blazing midnight fires have warmed my frozen bones,. And once again the world will waken and will turn. Rejoice!, for my great heart is beating for you still. Drain the horn, and of all earthly ...
My Spirit Sings | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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My Spirit Sings. My Spirit Sings Like blackbirds at the fall of evenings chill, My spirit sings. Echoing across the stillness of the coming night, I feel it's power,- I feel it's might. A song whose voice is older than the songs our distant forebears sung. Booming out across the void, Vibrating deeper than the largest ...
Rags and Feathers. | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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Rags and feathers are the way the children born of Spirit fly today. We drag our tattered wings of wood and bone beyond the travelled way. On mountaintops and high-rise blocks, we brace our wings against the breeze. To fly, or fall, becomes our only prayer, - we will not live our lives on bended knees.
The Beggar | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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The Beggar. It was the coat that drew me to his side, that cold September day. He leaned against the wall, inside a porch that barely kept the wind and rain away. An army coat, just like my dad's, that came back from the war. I hoped it kept him just a warm as it kept me so many years before. I dropped some ...
The Day of the Dead. | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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The Day of the Dead. { El Dia de los Muertos}. I stand beneath the moonlit trees to watch and wait for you. Despite the stealth of his approach, I know that Wolf is waiting too. You, who were my future and my dreams, have now become my past. I cry out daily to my Father in the sky to help this sorrow pass.
The Little Match Girl Revisited. | Patrick Kavanagh | Pulse | LinkedIn
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Standing in the cold and gazing in,. I see a world of warmth and beauty where the firelight casts a ruddy glow. Beyond the frosted glass, there is a world that I will never know. It is a world where hunger never visits. It is a world where well-fed limbs are never bitten by the frost or snow. Am I so evil and so ...
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