Manannan Mac Lir

Be like the sea, my child

for everything you are

comes from its welcoming waves.

There are days for raging swells,

nights for placid ripples

mornings of fog shrouded flotsam

where all is unknown

There are murmurs of peace

in its undulations, lapping

swirls of seaweed, joyous

twirls dancing against the midday

sun where joy blinds the gulls

There are sobs of grief

assaulting the sand

keening for the lost and broken

swept away to Manannan.

Be like the sea, my child

with salty breath and briny bones

moontides pulling

the primordial parts of you

Nothing felt or known

seen or thought

cannot be found

within its swells and shallows

we are made of seawater and starlight

we forget our holy origins

Remember and 

be like the sea