Sigtuna 2007

Recipe for an old friend

With a hint of salt
And a splash of thyme
Leave it to simmer
with a dash of lime

Make sure your ingredients are all but fresh
Unless you like a royal right mess!

Add some pepper
and rude things on mind
to brew this stew
that’s unique in its kind

Leave it there for a day or so
For when it’s ready
Your friend will know

‘cause what’s in there is all but nice
It will leave their kitchen with things worse than mice!
In that pot left out to be cooling
Some vile mischief is a-brewing.

For high upon your old friend’s shelf
Is no more a pot,
But a new kitchen elf!

Bird

There once was a bird who knew
so he spread his wings and flew...

Over rooftops and mountains
Past butterflies and fountains

All he knew
was that he flew
and he was happy to wake up in the morning.

(Photos from my 2007 trip to Japan)

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I observe.

Blue, in blue skies drifting over a grey earth.
Blue turns to slate,
Slate turns to black.

Down below ants scurry home to hide from the impending storm.

Scurry. Scurry. Scurry.

Thunder!

Lights!

Action!

I am falling. Just falling and falling. Suddenly the ants aren’t so antsy anymore. They grow to the size of ink spots, then dogs. They morph into unfathomably large giants.

And all this while I’m just falling. Tumbling faster and faster. Falling harder and faster than anything I have ever known.

I land.

It’s warm and soft. It’s peaceful. I spot a lake of blue and white. It’s so quiet.

Thunder!

A moaning, roaring Thunder!

A stream bursts abruptly from the lake. It takes me along. The stream is salty, wet. Slightly sad.

What is this?
Why do I feel so detached yet so much a part of this sadness? Have I by stumbling into it, become a part of it?

We keep moving, gushing down slopes. I wish I could understand the feeling reeling through me. It hurts. I feel myself swelling up, wanting to burst. I’m confused. I used to be so blissfully unaware of any kind of emotion whatsoever. I feel sick. Sad.

Am I so different from this brine-like chaos?
I am falling again.

Tumbling down

And down

And down

Down to earth again.

I am free! Tumbling through the space of life. I am alive!

Content.

I hit fresh soil.
I seep into it.
I turn into vapour.

Bathed in light.

I turn into vapour

And momentarily I am gone.