The Initial Journey

All the way into heaven

I travel inside out

Into the inner black hole

Deep inside is the

Outside of universe

There there are a little girl

Being inside my mind

Leading my to places

Never seen before

Far beyond heavens

Little door

God is a tiny dwarf

Keeping his small plot

Of heaven in his hand

But there are other stars

Around

Forest

Happy to leave

The crazy city

Finding peace of mind

Under the gigantic

Fur tree

Like a protection

From an unforgiving

Sky

Introvert

The winter has returned

Strong winds and a grey sky

I don’t answer the phone

Loneliness is a great quality

Between nature and man

Outside I become something

Completely different

The inner journey doesn’t care

For money, sleep or food, just

Going on and on

Memories

Lost spaces, places that I loved

Extended cords

Parts of leaves, grass and flowers

They are all still there

Life goes on without me

Soon I will be forgotten

Only me carrying the memories

The sorrow and grief

The lies and power games will triumph

But I am free to follow a different path

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.

Discrete Murder

Deep roots

Craving water

Running under

Our feet’s

We do not know them

We do not care for them

Until

They makes us fall

Like helpless children

Or very old men

Crawling for mercy

Striving for safe places

Ignoring the fact

That there are no safe spaces

All around us is nature

Nurturing us, killing us softly

From within

Mindlessness

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Losing my sense and mind

Now everything is going to change

Again and again

But I will not be around

And that is okey

The mind aligned with a flower

Or a tree and me as a mindless

Savage forgetting everything

I ever learned

Out in the open

Open fieldDeep down in the mud

There is a slumbering universe

Things to come and old memories

Lays buried here

The landscape open fields telling us about

Ancient and long forgotten battles

Under the snow new life is growing

Communicating stories

For those with open eyes and knowledge

An opened end

All that time that went by
Years after years
Of solitude and obscurity
Imagine coming out in the open
In the distance the sea
And the present as a warm wind
bringing the memory of past
to an end