Saturday, 18 June 2011

The Voyage Of Bran

So they enter the glass boat and sail into the west. And the vision of the island is always before them, coming and going in the mist. And the mist is purple and silver. And light streams from the sky

On the seventh day they hear singing . 

And Manannán comes towards them, driving his chariot over the waves. 

And he sings of what he sees. 

They think they're rowing on water but the god sees a plain of flowers. For him, the leaping salmon are dancing lambs, and the glass boat floats over an orchard of branching fruit-trees. 

The voyagers hear the wind but Manannán hears music. And the music is all around them, between the dark waters of the ocean and the high arc of the sky.

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