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Byron Counselling

Locality: Mullumbimby

Phone: +61 412 911 136

Address: 2 Eugenia Street 2482 Mullumbimby, NSW, Australia

Website: http://www.kieranriordan.com/

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23.01.2022 The Warrior Turns for Home Alert and still he stood, Quick, fit and ready, Shouldered arms with a sigh,...Continue reading

22.01.2022 In the noisesome city, Traffic perfumes the morning. A lone tree grows, Dreaming of an ancient woodland.... It's frail silhouette Interrupts the paving, Amidst the shadows, Of concrete and steel, It's branches stained, With carbon grime. It's forest vision , An aching benediction, To all who pass. A truck rumbles by. This tree shivers, In the hot rush. Whilst a child is paused, Beholding this leafy wonder. Her heart hears It's whispered yearning. Under centuries Of build upon build, Her perfect feet, Then catch the tremble, Of our planet's pulse. This moment, This moment, A miracle is seeded In her unfettered heart. And will be carried forward, In the line she will bear. In the squared-off concrete, Walling the urban skyline She pauses in wonder And smells an old forest floor. Amidst the cities' machining thrum. One child feels the magic, Of all-is-possible, And rests in an ancient glade. Kieran Patrick Riordan www.kieranriordan.com

19.01.2022 Life as we know it Not merely Fruit of the womb. We were gathered ... Into our mothers From the atoms Of the earth. Improbable planet Ancient stardust. Caught in the spell Of gravity's attraction. Not just conceived. We arose into life From the ritual dance Of molecules Remembering What billions of years Have taught them. This body and birth Was not planned. All histories' code Wove the fabric of our form. Yet we were carried With our mother's love Who sang to us With acquiescing joy, We're drawn into being, Part of the vast song Of universal creation. In our passing away, This wonder-field, Creates anew. A woman's body Is not mere parts. She is inhabited wholeness! Her compassion And her heat, Is all of her. A cello resonates as one. Plucked and stroked With presence and skill, Here a masterpiece Is given freedom To sing out into space. A man's form Is an instrument Of his will. He, Can catch the rhythm And tempo of creation's song, Then his actions Bring him honour, And the peace His heart craves. If not serving a greater Life, He is led on, In discordant searches. Grasping for symbols And substitutes, For the power And the glory, In the world surrounding, But ever-eluding him. Tending well Our beloved mate, And community, We pay homage To the earth That bore us. We are ushered kindly To a sure inner temple, Discovering there, A liberating purpose: Protecting this home Walking our purpose, With a passion. Kieran Patrick Riordan www.valleyspirit.com.au

12.01.2022 Our atoms store all creation's code Within their impossible metrics. They sing out to each other constantly Across the vast reaches of creation. An intimacy more local,... Than the sharpest point of a needle. A community at One. A brotherhood of mass. Singularity without idea. Love's predimensional ocean. Complete. Even before this grand display Of outflung cosmic form. There are data waves Within our atoms That always remember The universal self As just now. The proto cosmic nuclei Pre-expansion. Our atoms are alive To the bright history, Of swirling coalescing, Star-birthing clouds. Of massing particles, Formed out of promordial gases. And the emergence Of our local galactic self. Our atoms recorded The accumulating dust cloud. It's mass attracting ring, That emerged as our earth. There embedded, Encoded in our atoms dance, Lie the tender memories Of this planets childhood. Of the first complex molecules Their genius adaptations And multi-layered hierarchies. Their interplay with super heating Massive pressure Steam, sulphur and water. Freeze and radiation. They well recall The potentialities unleashed Within evolutionary highways. These expressions of form The art of natural tendency Emerging, repeated, combining Their script derived, From qualities innate. The greater order emerging. In our atoms remembering, They retrace vast emptiness, And the recent play, Of local gravity. They each shine In luminous vast emptiness, Within the companionship of mass. And whisper us thinkers, Songs of home Each instant of our brief lives. Their dance was choreographed Long before. And tireless, They have danced ever since. Spell bound, In creation's epic song cycle. They dance now, Accumulated as your body. A pinnacle of complexity. Evolution's sculptural glory. In awe, Of our component units. In the wonder, At the fact of being. This character Catches heaven's tune. And yielding to original grace, Is simply, transparently, whole. Kieran Patrick Riordan www.valleyspirit.com.au

07.01.2022 Creation Story In the beginning A lustful god, Yearned for a perfect lover,... And she arose, From the vast, still, deep Of his infinite mind. She flew out from him. Immediately, Made love to him. An ecstatic explosive dance. Gorging on voidal stillness, Her ecstasies set spinning Both tiny atoms And galactic whirls. Writhing in orgastic freedom. She birthed cosmos after cosmos. A multitude of worlds, In delirious spawning rhythm. Lost in dark mothering, Her lover forgotten, Fretting children ignored. She is rapt, discovering, Endless new forms. As her vast body Arches, stretches Weaves and turns, She challenges infinity, To expand. To make space For her rampant, outward, Spiraling dance. Undulating wheeling, In endless gestures Of erupting bliss. Exploding, singing, In reverent motion. Lunging, delighted, Into forever. Now the father God Feels his infinite love And alone has been composing, Songs of adoration, For his consort's infinite brood. He is singing to them all, This multitude of forms, Singing deep inside them, Every arising complexity. Calling them home, Gently home. Calling even you. For he misses his many children And just as he sang For your fiery mother He is singing you up too. He charms your attention, Away from the mesmeric pulse, Of her world birthing rhythm. And as you yield, The way is bestowed, To ignore her dark light, To wake you from your dreams Mesmerised, By her delightful And dangerous moods. And her endless ecstasies. For your wild and dreamy Mother Cares not for your cries. Stop now, Humbly listen, Your Father is calling. From far within, As your crusty, fragile heart Trembles and cracks open Tenderness escapes That warms and melts The inside of your skin, A luminous Heart, Outshines your perceptions, Leaving you naked, In the vastness of space. Like a burglar entering A vacated house He plunders the contents Of your transparent form. To reveal a Father's love, In-out, everywhere Released into the vast, Dreamless silence, Freed now, You can marvel At your Mother's careless beauty Overlook her unpredictable ways, Forgive the pain of your birth And the burning lies Generations held Through aeons of separation, Your relief will resound Throughout creation, It is the only way You'll ever be noticed by Her. Now mother-life shivers, Laughing, she turns towards you, Singing with pleasure, At her children's gnosis. From engorged breasts, That sway in her constant dance, She sprays milky bliss, Over-filling your mouth agape. You swoon drunk. Seeing now only Love, In all the forms Of her mysterious dance. So ending forever, The thirst of time. And ushering in A life of service. Kieran Patrick Riordan

06.01.2022 Karma to Dharma in Relationship There comes a time We find connection divine, Freed of burdens past.... We meet a soul Who's living is whole, Shining their light at last. Within this frame Life's intricate game, Proceeds with grace and ease. The dance of the two, Such connection true, Resentments they release. This uncommon blessing, Greater good addressing, A light combined shines bright. Their purposes refined, Life's burdens sublimed. Whilst creative sparks ignite. Angels give praise, Ancestor's voice raise, Ancient calls for healing. All bonding in sorrow, Sad hope for tomorrow, Falls away in brightness of being. Now we relate, And as in Heaven create, As heart and will align. Learning through pleasure, In the mirror's treasure, Surrender to spirit entwined. Kieran Patrick Riordan www.valleyspirit.com.au