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How to orientate yourself from the cheeks – The Spring

If you ever have been alone in a new city (or anywhere you could get lost) here is a notice for another way to find your path. Please begin preferably at night, by yourself or with an adventurous creature. You cannot be more that life or infinity. Turn off your phone and search first for a very calm neighborhood. Walk a bit through the streets, at your own rythm. Concentrate…

Blooming

Climbing mountains with your loneliness. The present is a shadow. The future is still not here. What does it mean to grow? And suddenly I look into your eyes. We vibrate in resonance. Exploring the potential of our being together. Who am I. Who are you. What is trust? All the boundaries are getting blurred. And everything shines as it has never shone before. [let you bloom where you are…

Expansion of gravity

As everything in the universe the moon and the earth are magnetic substances. The laws of magnetism rules, and are here to be played with. Born enclosed in gravity we are forced to learn how to spread our wings on the earth. In order to do that we need to expand gravity. Emotions are under the rules of gravity as well, and our system of confronting them is therefore Air…

Paint my soul (dripping) red, infinity

SPREADING pressure contact by the tips of my fingers and squared edge of your thumb, hairs matt and clipped through torn tracks in my elbows and knees, freshly formed and reformed. The new flesh unfurls and smiles away, reveals a mouth of rose and scarlet soft, slick to the air and quiet, not screaming. Listening, receiving, from its place of exposure. Hands feeling their way through heavy curtain. We wait,…

Peace

Writing about it seems very odd to me.  Like showing off a lot of pictures from it that I didn’t take… Sharing some of the innermost fragile and interpersonal conncetions and moments that i have probably ever experienced in a different medium than they occured, to me feels a bit like dumming them down, flattening them, devaluing them, which therefore i will not do. what I can say is that…

Anchoring the moonchild

be an obstacle be soft rules are weird                            and      helpful at the same time my brain is making strategies upon how to remain soft and open i can’t make it work like that the brain strategy is not making me soft. the brain strategy results in ideas/ambitions about the ideal way to be soft and…

Sun Seeds

Good morning sun,  rising over the astral body of an image – of the natural equilibrium between the collective and the individual. Take care of you, as well as you took care of me. Use, reshape or ignore the frame, it is only a frame for an image changing. The sun is rising over the ending image of knowingly unknowing and vice versa. The norms transforming right behind you –…

Paint my soul (dripping) red

the air swam a little different in the days following the fire as though held in a state of impassioned disbelief an imposed shock or awe – in breath not quite lost but caught – by oils, and the scene of now blackened embers, charred brick beams of the roof reduced to gentle crumbling piles, flakes and narrow pits, their boisterous confidence quieted with that of the surrounding wilderness. The…

The Invitation

To be searching for keys to unlock eternities and infinities. To be leaning into the never-ending universe and wrapping ourselves in the fabric of time. To be diving into emptiness, the holes, the cracks in time and the tears in space. To be dancing around dimensions with past and future selves wearing dresses of different perceptions, perspectives, potentials, possibilities. To be gifting time and spending space on liberating potential selves…

To those in the red house

We’re standing on a road – We’re standing on a road – moving away from each other moving towards each other Chasing you Why are you chasing me? Because I think you’re my brother. Aren’t you? Yes, but – but how can that be so? There’s only one road and one direction that it takes. That feels like an untruth. What you’re implying. I’m sorry. No, you aren’t – but…