Speaking to the Moon
- Niamh O'Shea
- Jul 2
- 1 min read

There are moments when words fall away,
and something deeper rises to meet the night.
This piece was born from that space —
where breath becomes prayer,
where the wind carries memory,
and the moon feels like an old friend.
It’s about the way light can listen,
and how the body remembers
what the mind forgets.
Blending English and Arabic,
this piece is an offering —
for softness, for presence,
for the beauty that lives in quiet things.
May it meet you,
wherever you are.
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