Mielenitekeerunoilla

I cannot breath I cannot cannot Breath the breath! I don’t know how to breath anymore As my chest has swollen and tightened to a numb And I cannot track the feelings anymore Just sensing, un-breathing this hollow yet stuffed unspeakable package replacing my heart darkening my soul drying my tears to salted trails humming its …

Time without pain And I keep asking myself: What is home? Place, time, feeling? Touch of the flesh in a body, Presence of significant, Presence of yourself to yourself? Does it equal to belonging? Equal to there being some ultimate meaning? Is home the history of your trails With all the people tangled within them, …

sattuman pakkoa näennäistä vahinkoa jonka kiellämme kolmesti jotta uskaltaisimme syöstä elämään Jotta uskaltaisimme Myöntää edes itsellemme Toivon. Hassun toiveen. Niin että kaikki vain menisi niinkuin menisi kun on pakko ja niin me sen selittäisimme itsellemme. Odotammeko odottamista Ja suloinen uni virtaa vaikka emme tiedä niin kaipuu. Surrealistinen; ihanakamala Kuolemanpelko elämästä Elämänpelko

We have heard But we have not listened Trapped in the fallacy Of Enlightenment But they are not In this world And it makes them Even worse, we say. They say, In a words of Intellectual elitism just words. They have said We are Do And we follow the lights Like sheep follow the light …

Of Death and Life in the same deep breaths In a manner not redusable To either one of them. I am asking myself Now Who is afraid of life now? Looking myself from the mirror saying ”this is what you get when you beg for more” And foolishly thought that nothing really matters anymore

Together Without to Without You and Me But the memories have evolved into distant, blurred longing for Belonging And the sadness of the untouchable soul Gone to the state That You have become to hate What you love Sailing far too away from the shore. Oh how you love to hate now The only repetition …

of the sky The Pure Joy of knowing of understanding And no-one to share it with The never-touchable ever-detailed, multi-contexted historically rich Now

Do these goodbyes Will start to feel easier When? When we are laughing in tears And Thisness is all We live through When? Oh When I will grow up bearing the lightness of Thisness? As having you all and all in my heart Will both tear me apart And make me whole    

and breath the thickness of me shade I owe my existence to the light. As much as I am a shallow illusion of her dream I sense the morning more clearly And all the bodies made of the fabric of the world have enlightened me in the movement have molded the shapes and structures have born …