Patience

Patience is a great art

And the perfect trap

One can wait forever

Without receiving anything

Patient must be combined

With passion and action

Only then does it have

Any meaning

Forgetting to Remember

We all need nurture

Finding hope and connection

With other people

For some this is easy

For other this is hard

I start from the beginning

Every day

And still this is not true

But it feels that way

Therefore

Remember to forget

Forget to remember

Living the Paradox

There are so many different ways to live

So many options in the world

Still why are we so trapped in our own perception

Of what is possible and

How to do things

How life should be?

Paradox of Change

Nothing can ever remain

The same again as

Everything changes

All of the time

We will eventually

End up in the same spot

And everything remain

Still almost the same

Creatures of the Night

I open up the door

There they were

All the creatures of the night

That for many years had filled me with fright

Small and lonely fading away a sad bunch

We created you and you created us

But like bees and butterflies

We nurture you and when we gone

A sad place this earth will be

You just wait and see

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.

Unpleasant Life

Trying to create

Names and words

For the future

That is still so

Uncertain

By being nice to

Everyone

It will never end well

Will is conflict

Will is life

Will is creating

New unexpected things

Like life in it’s glory

Living Paradox

Being confused

Frustrated

I cannot make the

Most simple thing work

Its like a painful paradox

But a living one

Freezing in the cold wind