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I died

earth days ago I became a character. A character with no inspiration. You are smiling too much said the angry woman. A replica of the atmosphere. You are depressed she said. Redoing things I’ve done before, as the research come to a holt, and I dive into stamina. Only thing that leaves me feeling strong and authentic, is my wife watering cheeks. Hot drops on mine, then cold came running…

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…

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…

Time

As time pass, I realize I am afraid of time.How did I end up with being afraid of seconds, minutes, hours, and years? I am afraid of time spent.I am afraid of not managing to be on time. To lose time. To not manage to do what I want to do in time.To not know the time.To not having control of time.As I run to keep time, I question myself…

Hmmmmm (Bumblebeeeee)

Yes, Entering the Home felt seamless, smooth and easy. But re-entering Existence on the other side: how amazing a transition! (And almost paradoxically so – if it had been anticipated as a separation, a leaving, departing.) What a celebration for my senses, to be so suddenly exposed to and wholly in touch with the natural elements again!!! Welcome, embraced, greeted, held, guided, be-gifted…… caressed by the breeze, kissed by the…

Dear friend, I know you carry me within you. I can cause unrest.I cause trouble.I cause pain. Sometimes, I come out of nowhere like a whirlwind.And other times I linger like heavy morning fog.  Often you think of me as a burden. Unwanted. Unnecessary.You fight me. You ignore me. You bury me. And I understand. But today I want to share another part of me. If you let me. I…

The Forest

A breeze flows through the canopy. A second ago, everything was still and quiet, now something is stirring. Noises everywhere, rhythmically bouncing between the trees. Is it a symphony? Is it a choreography? Every leaf has a consciousness of its own. Every flower is a poem. Someone steps into a clearing and is struck by the illuminated spiderweb hanging as if on display in the tall grass. Something is shifting,…

The Mover

I move through air and dust. Feeling each particle against my skin. Moving through water and earth. Sometimes uncontrolled and sometimes grounded.Stuck to the ground and up in the air.Always connected to the surface. The unseen and seen.Always in movements as energy. Never stopping.

Current

searching rest in movement, I waste myself, afloat. carrying and being carried. . forceful, yielding. . a soluble state of being. . availability of moving and being moved. . letting go . carried away. bent by what escapes me. . . inhabiting contradictory forces, I find myself in between.