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Warm Snow, Dark Lights, and the Coffee Machine

Believed 1 day, 7 hours ago in Let It Be, Poetryness and Scandinavian Escapades. 0 Comments

 

glimpses
BUT NOW CALLED


Warm Snow, Dark Lights, and the Coffee Machine

Like Snakes over icing water
They glide,
North-easterly winds their master
(Just for the way, master have they none),
Over the ocean hat created them,
Without Who they shall not be.
Snakes.

*

Eye in the sky
Behold the majesty afront
Vast big life mirror of Love.
Sheen ice beaches like pearls.
Pride rock, humble ocean.
Warning lights. Human hazard. Slam, sash.
Beauty again. She’s back =)
Dragons, suddenly for company. Crap.

*

People bustle.
An aptly named airport in Hell.
Sjokolade behind moi, artificial addiction.
Red seats, large windows.
Warm. Cold white snow in the out.
“Its all warm, not a thing to fear.”
Nothing beyond us
Psychologic brain wash.
Hiss. There’s a long sleek bridge,
Snow melting trudging a ladder into the snow on ice river below.

*

Yellow lonely swing amidst all white/gray/dark,
Innocence in hostility.
The universal story of Love against tide.

*

Sickness. Human viruses eating beauty.
Creepy crawly mankind.
Ugliness.

*

Canoeing water in the ice.
Crowning majesty with all Her trees
Rise genially. Air of grandeur.
Red house. Green trees. White snow.
Lone traveller’s single light slides.

*

Trees announce Her Mother’s stread
Princess stream jovially meanders by.
Humble.

*

Sleep. He hands on my eyelids.
Like weights on a pendulum -
hangs me down.
!
Spot on!
African inspired, West influenced East Indian music shoots up the metabolic barometer.
Car lights on the cliff wall.
Artsy, spooky.
Is Nature minus humankind ever scary?

*

Retardation. Snow sculptures on
free floating little ice glaciers.
Sigh. Influenced poetry.

*

Trees with iced necks.
Bowing. Albino giraffes!
Ravines. Deep breath;
Cold dark deep mystifying ruts on the ground.

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Blueness. Slow darkness.
Thoughts, ideas.
Child, running, free.
Not for long;
society caught him, dragged him, raped him.
Artificiality smiled at him.
The beginning, And then,
The beginning of the end.

*

Python carrier swaying elephant like.
Gently rocking us, her babies, to a beautiful tour.
Santa clumps on dry Christmas trees.
Light in a sole-house window.
Where’s your soul?

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an experiment by neo garfield, whilst on a train from Trondheim (Norway) to Östersund (Sweden). Thank you NSB/Veolia Transport. Dedicated to Mother Earth (Amma), and someone who has her birthday today.

Sarvesham svastir bhavandu

Believed 1 month ago in Let It Be. 0 Comments

She looked around. She tried to let everything sink in.

“No” A voice said. “Let it be”; not everything is to be caught, captured. Capture only what your heart loves you to.

She still had those beautiful, colourful wings. Her nimble legs were intact. Her sensitive antennae were ever so delicate. She was still whole.

Whole? No. She was on her way to being. She had to lose all those, her wings, her legs, her antennae, everything, before she became whole.

The sun shone on her. Bestowed her with all his energy. She smiled at him, and took in a little. There was no longer an overwhelming sense of joy. Suddenly a strong gush of wind ruffled her wings, caressed her, and treacherously threw her into a gale. Dull rain and fierce thunder pressed on sorrow. The smile slipped off her many-faceted face, but sadness could not grasp her slippery soul.  She was then lifted into a realm of dreaminess, and there she saw her parents, whom she had never seen, but always loved, dying, over and over again, as if a reel of film was stuck and was replaying itself.  No longer, please. And with a heave, she pushed the realm away. But depression had not been able to grip her either.

She was on her way. On Her Way.

Strong sounds echoed. Stark lights flashed. Strong tastes, strong smells, heaves and blows.  ”You are on Your Way” Somewhere, someone said “Now let go”.

She opened her many eyes and looked over her wings. Her colourful, nuanced, beautiful wings. No! She couldn’t let go of those, could she? No, no, no.. Yes.. She must.. Maybe not now, but she has to, she will. But what about the elixiric tranquilising flower nectar? Yes.. She will.. Its hard, but she will.

She let out a delicate sigh. Its a long way. Lets keep at it. And she let the winds take her, ruffling her wings, the sun shine on her, making her glow, the air, the water, tasting, sounding, gushing her ears… Let it be… She let her body flow, form arcs, beside her..

Aum
Asato mā sad gamaya
Tamaso mā jyotir gamaya
Mṛtyormā amṛtam gamaya
Aum śānti śānti śāntiḥ

A moment.

Believed 1 month, 3 weeks ago in Let It Be. 0 Comments

Of prayer, of hope, of wishes, to the land and people of Haiti.

Please.

If you believe in God, then please pray.

If you are a strong rationalist, then please read on neotics, and wish the best for Haiti.

The end

Believed 4 months ago in Let It Be. 0 Comments

… of Witness Times, until further notice. Thank you for touring along.

All I request of you, is to not ask why.

Peace. Om.

UPDATE 15.01.2010

Aaaaand Witness Times is back in business. For very many reasons, but the most powerful being -

  1. Love required in Haiti. Now.
  2. Humanity’s stupidity is quite overwhelming. I need a break.
  3. I said to a soul-sharer “I’ll restart Witness Times only if something powerful happens, which makes me review my decision.”, and that soul replied “Something powerful has happened. I’m asking you to.”.
  4. I’m sure that I’ll require lessons in humility, in future. I’ll have to force humility upon myself from time to time by feeling what kind of a person I was earlier.

Random deviation

If I was asked, like they do in talk shows and sleazy radio programmes “If you were Prime Minister… blah blah blah” “If you were allowed 3 wishes, blah blah”, what would I like to scream out if I was allowed one generalisation (in spite of my being against generalisations), I would love to scream out “Ammmerrricaaaaaaaa! You suck to the core!”
(read the inspiration for this wish on my later post “Stupid of the world unite“)

As the water and the clouds play hide and seek

Believed 6 months ago in Let It Be and Scandinavian Escapades. 1 Comment

When you’re drowning in misery, and then suddenly someone brings in front of you a platter with a note saying “Ikke Egg”.

When you’re on an island connected by a shallow sea bed, and you go like “Is it just me, or is the tide rising?”, and then when everyone runs acorss the shallow, racing against the quickly rising, grinning, malignant tide. And then She proves her might, and wettens your feet.

When you are on the fjord shore, breathing in the powerful rays of the Sun smiling on the water, and mountains, miles in front, and the cold wind caresses you, and you pray.

When you slowly enter the sea, and freeze, and reach a stage of numbness – comfortably unconscious.

When those beautiful chubby ladies, who, invisible to most others work so hard to make you so comfortable, smile at you every morning, and teaches you a thing or two, and give small motherly advices.

When your otherwise wisely silent roommate comes in alcoholised at 3.00AM, and engages you in a gripping conversation about scientology, aethism, fundamentals of religion, and tells you about his religion which worships Bacon (according to which all life arose from bacon trees (mistakenly known to us mortals as pigs)).

When your fingers subtly, carefully, precariously, caressingly applies pressure on to the button, praying, hoping, willing, and you hear a click, and you see that perfect image which you wanted to see.

When you lose yourself in soul-drifting, natural, music played by powerful musicians, whose story will, some day be narrated by grandparents to grandchildren.

When you see the drop of water inside you, which came from the ocean.

..

For a moment, for a second, for a unit of time.

You find peace.

You lose your self to your Self.

You find love.

The drop connects to the ocean.

The weights which were weighing your heart down lifts.

Indifference becomes the love it truly is. Love becomes beyond explanation. Missing becomes energy. Dislikes, those ameobas, attain the size of an ameoba.

Wheat grains stand contrast against the dull yellow fields, and displays the sun as its own.

..

For a moment, for a second, for a unit of time.