Blessing the Cursing Stone
We live in interesting times
Turn the bullaun stone sunwise
You bless the hurt, the wrong
The trespass against
Turn the bullaun stone counter
Clockwise for cursing
For want of justice, for greed
The ill-fame brought on
Three times three the power
Running exponentially
Trans-generationally
The harm rebounding
If you get it wrong
So safer to bless the evil
Be grateful for whatever
The day brings to you
But be careful for what
You wish for, for bane
Will resound as much
As blessings broadcast
Seeding the deep down
Living like mushroom spores
That burst into fruit
Under conditions
Ripe to eat and some
To poison, like the
Granny Begone
Slow acting but sure
We live in interesting times
Blessed and cursed, filled
Famished, poisoned, purged
Blooming in the dark
St. Brigid’s Blessing/Cursing stones in West Cavan on a spot thought to have originally been a ritual site of worship to the Underworld god Crom Cruach.
This brought me straight to the stones & the day we were there with the hare bursting out of the hedge at us. Lovely.
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