Stress that never settles

Stress that never settlesThe stress that never settles in life. All the time, things happen, and things that can’t be covered. Small things to take when time is in abundance. Time that never comes and things that never get done. Life just goes on and maybe it doesn’t matter if the thing is done.

There is an effort required by force that does not exist. The postponement becomes a vicious circle. Just one more day and the whole week went by. That turned into months and years. Imagine if we chose something else. Some other way of life. Where had we been then. Happier than now or maybe not at all happy.

Speculating about the future is the only thing we can focus on. Speculating about time that has been, is like being late.

Had missions in Bangkok last month. 250 students between 12-18 years old. Is it possible to influence life choices? Is it possible to get people to choose the right path? Is there a right path?

Isn’t everything just pastime until death?

When you go to the fun fair, you want to experience as many rides as possible, but life then? It should not be the same way. Get scared, happy, have stomach upset, expectant and all the other experiences that exist, at the fun fair.

It is said that life is not a game. But also that you should not take life so bloody seriously. What would a life look like if we had no human influence?

Quiet Flows the River

This week will be a cryptic lyrics and two cryptic poems. It is not meant to understand. The idea is to take in and let everything be. The poems are written in the late 90s … the text is written now 21 October 2016. Happy reading …

Quiet Flows the River

Quiet flows the river down to the infinite. Which direction should I take? It is said that only dead fish float with the river. It means I have to swim up the river if I should live. Up to the source of my life. For the origin of everything, I stand for in my life. When there are a current and rapids, is almost impossible to crack.

Then I jump like salmon, the salmon stairs, so I will not go down by the river.
Jump I often enough to take me on in the stream of life …

The seagulls are always on the lookout for prey like me. Screaming his croaking roar and looks for to extinguish hunger in the calm water current.

Night and day I swim up against something I do not know. Moon warms me, not. But only creates mystery, with the shimmer of water. The sun gives me hope and warmth that time does not stand still.

I rest in a hole of sadness. Dark, black as night, but printed cuddly like a chrysalis of a butterfly undeveloped.

Beautiful, you are, only you have time to rest and break out of your cocoon.

Fly freely, without fighting, into the life sprinkling stream. Wings should I get, and then you should see all the beauty of life that can be….

Poem nr 1

The lady rocks forward,
on trembling stick

Cats smarts of mice’s allure

Runny stearic, talking about
combustible’s existence

Waiting pigeons brooding among the dust-filled
nostrils in future ESTATE

 

Poem nr 2

The parable of spruce tree and tulip

a spruce tree lawn green, but not wilted, as a tulip

tulips sprout onion underground, as the bear asleep in hibernation

In the spring, the bear hibernation leaves, in hunger on the way to another wilderness.

The wind howls, on the plain, while the wolf howling in the darkness of night

In obscurity, a scarecrow standing and swaying after crows

A man takes a crow from the road to death

Without reservation coffin, flowers, go to ground

I just walk on, home to an unknown country