Jag älskar dig sönder, min blödande själ
av smulorna formar en kärleksfull Hel.
Smulor
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She is my best friend
She is my best friend
I won’t break up again
I’ve fought long enough
You’ve got to face the soul in me
for if you don’t we’ll both break down and flee
Embrace…
Let’s not pretend anymore that she is not there
Let’s embrace her, let us hold her near
You’ve got to face the soul in me
for if you don’t we’ll both break down and flee
Embrace… embrace the soul in me.
I tried to leave her many times I almost succeeded once
Memories come one by one to ask me what I’ve done
Now I hear it in the wind when the baby me is coming in
He did so well without me but I cannot always flee
You’ve got to face the soul in me
for if you don’t we’ll both break down and flee
You’ve got to face the soul in me
for if you don’t we’ll both break down and flee
Embrace… embrace the soul in me.
Embrace… embrace the soul in me.
Embrace…
Embrace…
Humming
Loving, caring, living being
Nestling, cuddling, holding me in
Harmony…
Kiss my brow and throw the tow
I’m good to go I’ll let you know
My destiny…
The Essence of You
Alice lifted her hand to the sky and scooped up a fistful of stars; very carefully, she crushed them in her hands, poured the stardust into a glass, blew softly on it, gently pushed her finger into the gleaming, silvery mass in the glass and swirled her finger around, humming a quiet tune with odd little ups and downs. Finally, she gave the glass to me.
”Here, drink this! This is the essence of you” she said, with a reassuringly Alicesque smile.
And I drank…
The Sisyphusness of Life
A long time ago, there lived a man called Sisyphus. He was a man of deceitful intentions, always planning cunning tricks and trying to cheat people for his own profit. He loved no one and no one loved him. One day, he cheated the gods themselves, and the gods rose in fury and gave him a terrible punishment: he was chained to a great boulder, and forced to roll it up a steep hill. But every time he reached the top of the hill, the boulder would roll over to the other side and end up at the foot of the hill, forcing him to start all over again. The gods would not release him before the boulder stood on top of the hill.
For years uncounted, Sisyphus rolled the boulder up the hill, followed it down the hill, and rolled it up the hill again. No end seemed in sight for his pitiful toil. Sisyphus prayed to the gods to let him go, but not one of them would listen to him. Instead, they reminded him of all his illdeeds and the mischief he had done, and told him his punishment was everything he had earned.
With his head hung low, Sisyphus kept rolling the boulder up the hill and following it back down the hill. As his sweat moistened the earth and his bones grew weary, he kept hoping that the gods would have mercy upon him, or that someone would miraculously come to his rescue. There was nothing he could do himself.
One day however, a wise man walked by. He watched Sisyphus for a while, and asked then:
- Why do you keep following the boulder down the hill?
Sisyphus replied:
- I must follow the boulder, for its weight pulls me down.
And the wise man said:
- Only one thing there is that is equal in weight to the boulder.
And without saying anything more, he went on.
Sisyphus pondered his words as he once more rolled the boulder up the hill. Uncounted years of pushing the boulder had polished it to such a degree that it was perfectly smooth, and his sweat had oiled it so that it reflected light. Suddenly Sisyphus lifted his downturned gaze and looked at the boulder. So smooth was its surface that it created a reflection of his face; and for the first time in his life, Sisyphus saw himself. And as he looked into his own eyes, all of a sudden, he knew.
Sisyphus pushed the boulder up the hill, and right before he reached the top, he pulled the chain free as far back as he could, quickly twisted it a couple of times around his leg, and as he heaved the boulder over the top of the hill, he threw himself in the opposite direction. The chain was pulled tight, and the boulder tried to roll down; but Sisyphus’ weight held it back, and the boulder could not roll down the hill anymore. When the gods saw this, they congratulated Sisyphus and freed him.
Ever since, Sisyphus walks a free man.
Thin blue
Thin, blue
Love and you
Life is
And beautiful, too
Snow white
Warm and tight
Life is kisses
Hugs and smiles
Life is something
True in you
Life is something
Good we knew…
Brother Blue
I love you
Life is clouds
We fly through
Meet the sun
Melt into one
No me no you
No piece of two
A single we
Watch – you’ll see…
Heads or Tails?
You toss me a coin
And you ask me to choose
Heads or tails?
Which of them will win, which will lose?
I prefer neither
The day nor the night,
I won’t say either
That’s left, this is right
Deeply I look into heads, into tails;
Between them – what do I see?
Heads and you suffer,
Tails is your bliss
Night and you conquer,
Day – you perish;
Deeply I look into day, into night;
Between them – what do I see?
Nirvana is where the two become one
Nirvana is also where neither can come
Nirvana is likewise where both of them lead
In all beings, Nirvana is found in the deep.
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My grapes you have prepared, September Sun,
They’re ripe and they’re flowing with juice
My friends I will gather for dance and for fun
My heart I will let you seduce
What nightmares, skin tears, heartache I have
The heavenly Czar will forgive;
Why, if not true to my greatness and flaws,
On this beautiful Earth do I live?
Gather, my friends, to dance at my feast
Swirling and laughing with me!
Now, tell me the truth, beauty or beast -
Who am I? Whom do you see?
My sins, transgressions, passions and faults
The heavenly Czar will forgive;
Why, if not true to my greatness and flaws,
On this beautiful Earth do I live?
Sing me a song, September Sun,
Sing me of hills and of dales
Sing till I die of sorrow and love
Of the sadness and sweetness of life
My dreams, my hopes, my tears, my fears
The heavenly Czar will forgive;
Why, if not true to my greatness and flaws,
On this beautiful Earth do I live?
With the last of your rays you will send me a kiss
Caress me, September Sun
The eagles and angels will grant me my wish
And carry me till we’re one
My highs and my lows, my songs and my wrongs
The heavenly Czar will forgive;
And so I stay true to my greatness and flaws
In this beautiful life that I live.
Firebird
Shrouded in a cloak of darkness
Vapour wrapping me in mist
Dying, I still try to harness
The power in my bleeding fist
Long it has been tightly clenching
The key to my encaged soul
Slowly, fearfully trembling
burned fingers loose their hold
A firebird I am inside
I long to be set free
The cage I cower in I made
to live in misery
I burn red hot, I long to burst
in flames that will consume
the chains I made to stay accursed
say, can’t you see them fume?
Wreck my world, you mighty typhoon
lit my soul ablaze
What was not wrought of soul-iron
the firebird will raze
A quiet sigh escapes my lips
And then I burst apart
As bloody, scorched, crumbling ribs
At last release my heart
A firebird I am inside
And finally I’m free
The cage I cowered in I made
to live in misery
Wreck my world, you mighty typhoon
lit my soul ablaze
What is not wrought of soul-iron
the firebird will raze