Mielenitekeerunoilla

I still miss you I’m still thinking of only you I could not spell out any And it would have been for nothing. Just an expression of my selfishness For not letting you be Who you are. Where you are.   Still the battle inside of me Was not about my dignity It was this …

Than philosophy or science Everything is already acted That we and we are Fall  

Already Don’t worry. Wounded by the light Cherished by the wind You are breathing. Don’t worry. The life doesn’t come It is already there You get to sense This silent world Voiced and noised By Breathing! The air is Moulding your body Touched by hurt Devastated by emotionless. Loved by those who Think they belong …

a place to belong where belonging is ever outsiderness always there already; there-in always unreachable Get the inspiration in beat in moment of Being-in I don’t die tonight the thankfulness of life a gift to breath in      

There is no-one there For you No-one that could encounter, even touch your soul And there is no time for you just moments that you sense or are sensed by you more clearly than ever Remember that there are the one’s whose road is meant to be lonely while not alone and they are still walking …

or other things one may become to exist but not to know her limits Have you ever been touched? without other things, without the touch of others one may understand the symbolic meanings but one could exist everywhere and nowhere because these things doesn’t make sense Have been touched as is to have been

In the science of bodily acts That we don’t know There is nothing to be said that has not already been moved. Doing, acting, living all formations of interpretations of movement. As there is no way out of discourses there is no way out of the interpreted outlines of our own body

Sinulla on Oikeus Elää! Sinulla on Oikeus olla Onnellinen!

on Kuolema Siinäkö minun anteeksianto? Kuinka voi kävellä pois josta voisin olla minä josta olenkin minä Kaikkea ei voi antaa anteeksi Kaikkea ei voi hyvittää Häpeä on suurempi kuin yksinäisyyteni Häpeä on kalvaa syvintä on syyllisyys olemisesta

Omassa hulluudessani Minä muistan ryppyisen Hymysi Muistan äänesi Mutta se katoaa

Of the same tree, producing unique paths, We are different organs of the same body that is the world We are miniatures of the world, each different, each the same We are kin to other person; Other plants, animals, even other matter. We forget the matter because we forget our roots As We are built …

But That I only remember in the Beginning Oh how I long for The Beginning   World lives me I am processing as a history of path What “I” is felt Is what “You” is felt Us are we, Indifferent.   Why do I hurt myself in you? Why do us suffer? Because we forgot. The world …

being just illusion of motionless Endlessly chasing present The Non-capturing. History of malleable shapes Always towards Always in relation to Creating That towards to Creating That in relation to As much as itself if we never were naming is only repeating the desperate naming the nothingness And there is No Nothing shapeless is what we …

sitten hiljaista Ja siinäkö kaikki sitten lopulta oli Karvas ”Ei ole saavutettavaa” sillä jalat jo juosseet en ikinä nähnyt niitä vaikka niin luulin unessa Se mitä sinäkin tunsit ja miten sinä minut näit oli unessa Ja pohjaton vapaus. Tarkoittaa pohjatonta, kelluvaa liikkeen intuitiota, mielivaltaista ilmiöiden sinfoniaa välittämätöntä, ei välinpitämätöntä sitä etten voi satuttaa enää tai …