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Poetry

In Saoró we be­lieve that read­ing and writ­ing po­et­ry sup­ports a spir­i­tu­al and  cre­ative life be­cause they fos­ter deep pro­cess­ing, emo­tion­al ex­pres­sion, and a  height­ened aware­ness of the hu­man ex­pe­ri­ence. Po­et­ry beau­ti­ful­ly dis­tills com­plex  feel­ings and uni­ver­sal truths into evoca­tive lan­guage, al­low­ing us to con­nect more  deeply with our in­ner selves and the world around us. En­gag­ing with po­et­ry cul­tivates mind­ful­ness, in­spires our imag­i­na­tion, and en­cour­ages a sense of won­der  and awe, all of which nur­ture our spir­i­tu­al growth. Po­et­ry also stim­u­lates our creativ­i­ty by chal­leng­ing the mind to find new ways of see­ing and ex­press­ing re­al­i­ty,  sup­port­ing deep ex­plo­ration and self-dis­cov­ery es­sen­tial to a vi­brant, full and authen­tic life. It is both food and med­i­cine for the soul. 

In Ire­land we have a strong lin­eage of po­et­ry go­ing back to the an­cient times  of the revered trav­el­ing Bard. Every year we host a po­et­ry month on Saoró and we  get to wit­ness the in­cred­i­ble depth and beau­ty of this sa­cred form of cre­ative wor ship that still holds a place in Irish hearts.  

Got po­et­ry you would love to share? We warm­ly in­vite you to send in your work  and we can show­case it on Saoró. This space is free, heart-led, and open to all who  cre­ate with pur­pose, play, and soul. Just send your de­tails & work to us and we will get in touch!  

My Body

Now every cell feels the shame /
The programmes passed down from generation to generation /
Can I break the cycle? /
Can I be the one to say no more? /
Can I be the one to break free of addictions allure? 

Peter Buknicz

I'm Peter Buknicz, originally from Hungary but raised in the captivating landscapes of the west of Ireland.

Ride On

Somethings beginning Somethings ending Life’s cycles raging through And around us.

Vision of life

The stars and the moon, the sun and the sea. The earth and the water, the birds and the bees.

No Blame

You entered, invited The sacred chamber Crucible of hopes, dreams, desires. You entered unclean, unshaven

Meeting a Master

In the twilight of her forty years, A woman, wise beyond her tears, Gathered courage, faced her fears, To sit with Huachuma, the master seer.

My Journey with the Wolf

I think I was five when I first met the wolf.  That is my first recollection anyway.  I did not know he was a spirit ally and I did not know that I was five.

IT’S TIME

It’s time to speak up Time to no longer stand by Saying nothing It’s time to act