We Are All

 

In bloom. My sister's garden

I had a rambling in my head,

about choices, and fate; about misfortunes and adaptions; about boredom and safety. It went on and on. It could have gone on

             forever.

I wrote a chaper about having a conversation with Frida Khalo once (l wrote several, not being able to help myself in such a grand company, however imaginary.).

Nothing spectacular. Perhaps pretentios. But inspirational. For myself that is. The main thread was the wounded creator.  I named it Goldpowered Bloody Monster, a simple reference to the accident that broke her column, her back, in pieces, while golden powder rained over her, from a tablet of an artist that was in the same accident. Or, so the story goes, the myth ... such drama.

I was rambling in my head. Until l stopped and reminded myself that "empty heads are happier." But one thought couldn't help but slipping in, in this sorting game of situations and efforts. The thought was simple. Whatever path we choose, whatever we give up, whatever happens to us, or we draw to us. To be here. Just to live in this world:

We are all goldpowdered bloody monsters.

Water in evening, Malmö

Water Day

Water purifies.

Trauma get a hold in the body,

and can therefor be released through the body. 

"Vanity is my favorite sin," said the devil.

In which case his very far away, 

or very close.

Water is soft, and bend around. Seeks 

the lowest places. Waits while the world pushes on. A rolemodel, simply. Or, a transforming element. Or, just water, blessed by its own essence.

Water day; soft, bending, purifying. My favorite, as far as elements goes.

Always Home

 Be with Spirit whereever you go,

this is not a rehersal,

this is not a commercial.

If you have people who cares for you deeply, you are the lucky one.

If you have people who love you sincerely,

you hit the home run.

Then there's nowhere you need to go,

apart from heart,

                    to heart,

                                  to heart.

You are always home.

Gamla stan, Malmö, Sweden

Empty-heads

Emptying my head

I'm glad simply,

to be alive,

to move, and move, and move (though I have a hard tim remembering.    that particulat Tai Chi movement). Never mind.

To move

              to move 

                             to move

There's so much to cherish.

So much

               so much

                              so much

Empty-heads are happier.

Morning photo

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Michael at Isla de Mujer, Mexico

There's a Price

I will spend the rest of my life,

healing myself. Everything will be a pain, will be a joy. 

It's better than numbness. Not yours but my own. There's a price.

For the rest of my life I will fight, 

for the rest of my life - pain. 

For the rest of my life, missing out.

Missing in            just step by step            in.

For the rest of my life I might fall.

But couldn't we all,

couldn't we all?

Virgin of Guadalupe and Snake

It's Easy

 I'm thinking of those, that take a hit,

            after hit,

                        after hit,

Until they can't get up,

anymore.

The beauty of summer eve

When wonderful, wonderful, risk-free life;

Feels like a dream. Is a dream.

A dream,

            a dream,

                        a dream.

Of course, it is.

Or a happy ending,

is nowhere to be seen.

Of course, it isn't. There is no such thing. The only ending we know - is death, and even of that, we can't be sure. Maybe there's something undone, after the end.

I'm thinking of those, that can't get up anymore.