Light shines a corner
a dreaming line fades this dawn
black veils receding.
One beginning spreads
following a blind bearing
and pay tribute too.
A beautiful leaf
A bug’s meal or it might fall
A circular life
A small-minded mind
dimly creeps to the sharp edge
not feeling the end.
Thousands of synapses inspiring in you.
The noise drowning out your iridescent path.
Drenched by the weight you reach out your mind,
to see a perspective in calm and silence.
Eyes closed and the darkness spirals.
The black mass pulls down, up, it turns,
the movement lures my mood in.
I open my eyes and it lingers.
Veins stretch like rivers
down to mysterious slopes
carrying the end.
Preparing and fly
glistering wings haunting hope
its anxious nature.
Communication is movement,
dispersed by intention
as light throwing a shadow
and unsharp mask.
I restore wooden boats for a living. The technics and tools we use have not changed much the last view hundred years and some of the tools and technics go al the way back to the beginning of boatbuilding. One of the most important tools in boatbuilding, one that has been used for thousands of years, are our eyes. We off course use our eyes for most jobs we do but in boatbuilding we used them not only for seeing the quality of our work, we use them also to see the lines and shape of the planks we use for the hull or the masts. Boatbuilding is not an exact science where you can put measurements on a piece of wood and cut it out. A lot of lines on a boat are not straight end even if you manage to lay out a nice plan and line up everything nice and straight, time and humidity will warp the wood and ruin your careful laid out plan. If I make a plank to wrap around the ribs I can make some measurements but the final line, a line that is often a few meters long with a slid curve, will be made with my eyes. And like in real life I have to walk around the problem/plank, lower my head for another perspective, till I have seen it from all sides and adjust the solution/line till it looks right.
Some things are hard to understand for me, growing up in a secular country that has no long history and no entrenched traditions. In this case I was thinking about Israel and Palestine and their quarrel. There are lots of complicated reasons why they are still fighting with each other but at the basis stands the idea that long ago some people pointed ate a piece of dirt and proclaimed it sacred. Remember that those religions have no more significance to me than the stories of Tolkien or Harry Potter. And if you look at it like a that you can imagine that it is hard to understand that they fight, and kill, over different interpretation and gods. As a nerd I like to fantasies about who would win in a fight: Thor or Superman. But in those ridiculous countries they tell young people to kill each other because of there disagreement in who has the right to live close to Asgard or Krypton.
The sad thing is that most Israeli and Palestinians just wane live their lives and probably believe in a god out of tradition and habit. These people don’t really believe in god or have never taken the time to question it, what in my mind is the same. But like everywhere in the world, the people with the biggest mouths, the strongest opinions and the most to lose determine the faith of all of them. And if you stretch it a little further you could say that the people that are in charge are driven by their power and the fear to lose it and that they use the religion to legitimize their rule. Religion is not what drives them, but power does. Religion is not real, and if it is used as a reason for action you will always find ulterior reasons hidden behind those actions.
If you are a believer tell me than why there are over 4000 religions? Some of them have no problem with multiple god’s but a lot allow only one. Why do you, as a believer think you are right and all the other people (probably billions) are wrong, if your religion only allows one god?
Next time you read a text where they use the word god or an equivalent, exchange that word with Thor and you will see how stupid these man (as in a person with a penis and power) made books are.
Prov 3:5: Trust in THOR with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.
Phil 4:6: Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with Thurseblot, present your requests to Thor.
Acts 18:9: One night Thor spoke to Loki in a vision: “Do not be afraid; keep on speaking, do not be silent.
It is really popular In our modern culture to say that someone should “make up their own mind”. That you should trust your own feelings and don’t listen to what others say. If you understand that advice as just another platitude than there is not so much harm in it but if you take them literally than there is a big problem. The problem is that you assume that we can make up our own mind but the best we can do is to stick with an internal narrative that is for the most part plagiarized.
The sun over there
is going to throw me
outside of my rim
that is keeping me hidden
for the day
I am waiting
and hope for
that I still feel inside
as a glow of my dreams
and a hope on the horizon
that is keeping me…
This old window is the perfect place. It is cold here; the warmth is in the other room. I will sit, and think, look outside. Fog is hanging over the place where there is life, it is all white through this old glass that bends the lines of what is straight. This white from the snow calms me down, it blends in the horizon of my thoughts, I stare outside. It is quiet now.
I like this picture mainly because of the stillness it shows to me. Alt these thin trees standing there motionless, one slightly more in focus pretending to be you. I imagine walking there, thin air freezing cold. The snow is halfway frozen, and it is the only sound I hear when I go. When everything green that was alive is dead and on the ground, you see the skeletons lying around. The trees stand in silence and morn its loss, I look further and ignore the signs, this animal ones was alive. I slowly walk on forward in time. I wasn’t there when it fell down and died. Last summer it was green here and the sun shined on me. Skeletons are covered by summers day light.