There Will Be Flowers (I)
November 14, 2016
At the foot of Mullaghmore, the Burren.

There are times, we know the path Yet dare not walk it. Other times we don’t know the path But walk it anyway. At times there is no path So, we create it, as we walk. And then there are moments beyond time Where the path dissolves And in humble
Will I ever make it? The answer is; to where? And therein lies An infinite beginning Of freedom To fly effortlessly ~