Nowanois met himself somewhere along the road
Down he sat, had a chat, passed on a wooden note
A little story about the now, the time that always slipped
you can’t catch it; only remember and, at times, predict
Ceoldán listened closely; a composition in the whispers
High in the sky sang a choir of the seven sisters
The melody, a nod to each note within his spiral
and as day turns to night, he sings the song so vital
Darach, daughter of a wicked hill
slashed a hole in the day, bend time by her will
the cane of kings and all above, she swiftly swung the staff
and from the past, she passed apple, oak, and ash
This is the act of balance; future memories being made
All rising to the challenge in bright sunlight and shade
we see a glimpse, here, now there, the river winds along
you take one step, then two, and three, and thus forever on
The overarching theme is the idea of infinite dimensions of Dreamtime, other realms, and the thousands of campfires in the sky said to belong to people of the other worlds. Ancient Neolithic, Celtic, and early Irish history describe how one would consult with your former and future self from other dimensions, through portals, to be in balance with the present.