magoski
Chan eil dad cho dealichte ’s a tha e coltach.
If we bring together each other’s pieces,
if we lay stone beside stone,
we make the wall a circle,
we make the ruin whole
It is easy to forget,
to wander lost in the mist,
to disappear into the doing,
and go blind to the living.
But oh… the beauty of light—
on a sandy shore,
where sea meets sky,
an doras beag,
the door to stillness,
the door to contemplation.
Sit, and see.
Think, and feel.
The beauty of what we see,
the depth of what we feel.
