Who are you looking for
at each sentence
There is no one else there
Except for the fear
of what you always was
While your bark got thicker
48
We have come to worship
the black heavens
With a quiet heart
If i could drink the moon
I would sink
into the underground
behind this sufferings
And yet, I know i’m here
As her icy majesty
swallows the stars
47
I am tired of all talk
that is stuck
in the phantoms
of life
I struggle against them
The muteness
of people I do not know
A public voice
trying to become you
In the evening paper
46
A moment
apart from me, living
In its own skin
A human form
Watching
Dawn coming up
From behind
a distant island
And i point it at my temple
45
Strange goddess
infinite dreams
child of the black midnight
What does it profit you
The sound of myself
The outlets of a soul
When you’re asleep
in the dark inferno
of my spirit’s vent
44
These eyes full of light
that floats in our shadows
I thrill before you
Magnetised
by this deity
Behind me
Right here
in this world
That fills me
with my nocturnal visions
43
Wounded by the mystery
who hovers over life
I see insanity
The devine
in the blood
of antique syllogisms
Prisoned in the seals
of our love
A nightmare poured
on words
With sweetness
beyond the possible
42
Having sensed
some strange thirst
For the unknown
From the far depths
of your being
From your private
and hidden riches
I am the Past
That you must release
An Idea,
a form of Being
Looking for the light
41
I no longer know
the steps
Who made them
within my thoughts
Where they came from
From what depths
they swarm back in
Into this
To becom one
with the brightness
None of us notice
40
I consult these faces
How my heart wears them
from one second to the next
And I watch over myself
as I appear to you
Behind the reservoirs
of life
Clothed in mirrors
39
The flesh of time
made me
Write your name
between the walls
of my weariness
To harvest the sky
no one wants
Without wings
38
A distorted destiny
answers me
In you
I see my pride
and my infinities
The essence
of chance
Dancing
Through all things
Like running water
37
My second sight
glorifys me
Like a king
from behind
With no servants
It is a universe
With appetite
Filled with fire
Belonging to nowhere
for a lost voyager
36
The place where I am not
Of stillness
My self-involvement
or a crowd of people
How could they all be one?
Walk inside us
With given sizes and shapes
I reach into my mouth
to find diversion
It does not reply
35
A far world
at my side
Farther
than the sun
in the morning light
You still sleep
in symbolic majesty
I spread myself
over your presence
Stretching out
Towards some unknown end
34
What’s it to me
To fill this shape
To drink deep
into memory
Into empty existance
That turns
darkness to reality
I shall go there
To the secret paths
of sanity
As other souls
may drift away
33
It is a moment
worth the name
And an unearthly woman
Dreaming
That moves us in here
Suffering
and mute things
And every night
we breed our sins
in her breath
Together
With everything
that gives us our nature
32
I am drowning
a little
To collect myself
Obedient
to the living flame
There are passageways
from twilight to morning
Deep in my heart
They pass before me
Q and A
Question:
What do you want from me?
Random answer:
In vain your hand glides
so it sometimes seems
Nature still remains
a deeply gnawing mind
delicious sadness,
anguish and living hope
31
An eclipse in my image
At the center
of myself
A union
of the other
I can feel it
In the folds
of my brain
It is peopled by my teeth
and by my fingernails
30
The place I live in
is the key
To my separate parts
A signature
of me
Of my blindness
That makes the now
such a promised land
29
The moves
of existence
snares my senses
And leads me
to the rhythm
Of reality
and fatigue
To the black skies
somewhere
Out of this world
28
The wind
have no thoughts
Or dark corners
She seems to be dancing
untouched and free
So we plunge ourselves
into her silent sky
To a bath of multitude
by the summer moon
27
A new sun
passes before me
I enter my heart
listens to her breathing
I consider
the visions
Hostile to the world
And turn my back
on reason
The absurd outside
For the white rays
of mystery
Everywhere
Bild3
26
I hold
what is
unknown to me
in my arms
Now it lives here
25
I like the flying
out of my head
While the sun moves
Over my heart
In the summer air
Bild2
24
I am stretching my eyes
Into and beyond
my other who
All the way
to the room of my life
23
A voyage
within my mind
Towards the horizon
My dark compelling spaces
Behind the unknown
I pass their magic
at every window
As if a small machine
had entered
Each in separate dreams
Bild1
22
This is the kingdom
The new neighborhood
that plays for itself
In each simple thing
Like the alphabet
one moves
Across the blackness of the past
21
Smell the air!
The cold nights
Come,
let us drink
To the last of our tears
My shaken spirit
sings to me
in my dreams
20
Hold on
to your dark wings
Those of us not asleep
count on your strength
19
It is in the small things
we see it
The hunger
that is not body
18
My blood
is an angry army
On the edge
of the cultivated
dark unseen
Painted on the morning grey
17
I entered naked
into this mirror
As a prisoner of doubt
Breathing
a human being
And my heart walked
beyond ideas
Into my ear
like a dancing stream
16
The outside world came in
like a stolen hour of nature
Looking for faults and flaws
in its goings and coming back
I rise from the inside
Of a distant past
15
There are moments
that cannot fly
Through the windows
of old houses
So we run into ourselves
until the break of the day
14
Like a winding stream
with no meaning
A night has broken
free from all fear
I’ve seen the sun
slowly rising
While listening to the rain
13
Outside the shelter of the fold
On the shoulders of Fausts
and of Devils
Here
there is no escaping
the others
12
Once up against the sky
with a wind
Like in a confused migration
on the hills of a million people
We walk into our separate sleep
11
This is the sanctuary
All of these things
felt by me
Its thousand million gates
stretching into infinity
My inward essence
moves my lips for me
And I am waiting
10
Being beyond the ledges of the concrete
the obvious
With unreality
drifting in
From the roots of a lost breath
that tells me all I know
Nobody really believes me
It is strange
9
Off into matter
Whatever’s at hand
A Judge, a lawyer, a witness
its never enough
I can do nothing but pray
that I could melt the darkness
Without my skin
Om minnet
Med minnet återskapar vi hela vår värld. I detta ögonblick. Hela tiden. Här och nu.
Genom minnets oavbrutna upprepningar i återskapandet av våra individuella upplevelser, får vi en värld där den yttre världen och den inre psykiska världen blir en gemensam integrerad helhet i medvetandet.
Detta pågår ständigt och överallt, inom oss och över oss. Det är oändligt.
Med vårt språk skapar vi sedan meningsfulla symboliska behållare för våra personliga erfarenheter så att vi kan hålla kvar dem över tid.
Det är det här vi kallar mening, och det är här allting får ett sammanhang.
Vi kallar det stundens ingivelse.
8
Another day is breaking
so quietly intense
Up, up into the sun
Like father, like son
i come to greet you
in disobedience
7
I am my own to me
Using up the darkness
in the mirrors of this room
Yea, I am one with all I see
in this
Do you agree?
I can hear the bright bee hum outside the window
6
Drifting out upon my dreams,
on a blade of reason
The light, the shade, the flowers
both young and very old
What do you have for me this morning?
5
I enter’d, from the clearer light
Leaving right and wrong
upon that element of truth and worth
A still small voice spake unto me
I am waiting