Inner Turmoil

A terrible place to be in

Suffering all the time

The much needed distance

Is now gone

An opened wound

A mindful being

Slow Moving Disaster

After a big shock

(It is a never ending sequence)

Here we are

Again and again

Trapped in the turmoil

Conflict of course

Going on again and again

If there only was shadow

And a little bit of water

Some flowers

Conclusions

I live in the night

I die in the day

When the light

Is hard and bright

Crushing every brittle bone

Giving no inner light

Just work to be made

Dues to be paid

Outskirts

Driving around in the outskirts of Stockholm. The snow is gone but temperature is well below zero. Discovering unknown parts of the city is way of meditation. This is old Viking country filled with burial-grounds and runestones.

This is pagan and Christian landscape at the same time, churches built on places of pagan worship, messages telling the stories of death and suffering in Russia or Turkey. A lot of fortunes were made there by Vikings being mercenaries or tradesmen.

Our barren land could not feed everyone so the bravest and most desperate left long time ago. This is not a land to be happy in. That is not the nature of Sweden. Here you work and suffers in silence until you eventually die.

Perspective on Life

Life is getting slower when you grow old

The stories and dramas repeats itself

Every human thinks he is unique but

In reality we are just copies

Replicating patterns known from before

With some small variations

Accepting this is freedom

Morning Routine

Every morning the same routine

The same conflicts

And the running

Like a rat

Up and down the stairs

Running out

Coming back

Losing, not finding, forgetting

And eventually

She is gone

In a cloud of smoke

Missing the bus

And her life