A memory

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Distant memories awake
Voices from history
Whisper in my ear
From my canthus a tear

Always unprepared
As a lightning
From a clear sky
Whipe me dry

My speed is lost
My soul’s drowned
Need a rest
Is this a test?

May I go clear?
Finding my path
Walking in peace
Will it ever cease?

Finding the solitude
Space for a thought
Cleaning my mind
I must be kind

Finale is close
Commin’ on strong
Worries wipe away
You’ll lead me astray

 

Finale is here
Commin’ on strong
Worries wipe away
You’ll lead me

 

 

 

 

I am moving


Dear readers, followers and likers of   trynomore

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/Sten

To my heart

 

...in the flow...

At last
I recieved
the message
telling me to come

Been waiting
and worrying
imagining
what will be

What will be
I have no clue
I will be aware
I will be aware

My faith is strong
can´t go wrong
have trust
have trust

At last
I recieved
the message
telling me to come

It is near
in time
It is near
in me

My heart
I can hear you
beating
my life

My heart
I can feel you
giving
me life

Tears come
Words fail
So close
So close

At last
I recieved
the message
telling me to come

Surprised am I
never would imagine
me
like this

Trembling
Fragile
Humble

Grateful
Thankful
Thoughtful

Hesitative
Prudent
Tender

Let it come
let it be
follow
accept

/sten

A lovepoem

She loved him. Boundless.
The words to describe her feelings was not enough. They were totally ineffective. Total without effect. As a useless weapon in the hands of a completely ignorant shooter. A water pistol without water. Cupid with bow without string. David with a sling without stone. A rhetorician without voice. An artist with no paint and brushes. A politician without a program. She searched for words that could detach her from this    indescribible tyranny. Finding words that could get her emotional target to understand the monumental emotional storms that passed inside her when they looked at each other. They also had their own native language and the knowledge of the other’
s were not well developed, neither to speak nor understand, they stood like two strangers and did what no spoken language was needed to.
They kissed each other.
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Suddenly – the black

In a song
it came
it came back to me                       Bild
again
been gone
giving the rest I needed
now….
arrived
welcome dear friend
where have you been
so long gone
I´ve managed well
still I have missed
you, dear friend
the wet on my shoulder
on my skin
reminds
times passed
long ago
almost gone
but not
but not
welcome to my house
door is open
wide open
a short
short moment
of time
I sense the presence
over my shoulder

the wet
comes over me
again
I had imagined
it was gone
it was
gone
back again
a short moment
of time
closed

…mending my garden brings Joy and happiness!

When I decided to take one day of from work and start writing and taking steps forward in my ambitions for a life in minimalistic direction I was not aware at all what it would implicate. 
During my walks on the Camino in spain one strong thread in my thoughts and revelations was the importance to cherish my inner life, my spiritual life and to do and act what I consider as important – to myself. The importance of beeing proud of who I am, what I do and what I have done. I found how important it is to let only “good” things into my life and try to keep the negative things out (how hard that can be!) I saw myself as a garden that needs to be taken care of in all aspects. It also needs time when nothing grows just waiting for spring and summer. A balance between sun and rain, wind and still. I slowly find myself beeing better at this and I find that I become stronger each and every day, and happiness and joy enters life as I strengthen my-self.   Image

“My garden”

I have a place in my garden 
I love to show
With roses and flowers, herbs and a fountain
I nurture  I weed out  new plants and water
This is the place I love to show

I have a place in my garden 
I rarely visit 
with weed and it’s dry
and a well filled with concrete
This is a place I do not seek

I have a place in my garden
I don’t let anyone in
a secret entrance and a secret place
it’s beautiful and serene 
I keep it my private scene

There is a hidden place in my garden
I haven’t been and I avoid
that’s where the snake and the beast stay
with an entrance garded by dragons
This is the hidden place in my garden

I keep the weed out
Keep planting new plants
Cutting the trees
I water the plants
I clean the fountain
and harvest the spices
I don’t let the crap in
It’s my dearest gift to myself and the world

This is how I try to see it. As a place I must keep clean, as a place I and only I will take care of, as a place where I only let others in if they understand my rules, as a place that is mine and if I don’t care fore it the weed in the form of crap culture, crap thoughts, crap ideas will take over my garden and ruin it. If I let go of this personal responsibility the garden will start living it’s own life and I will become the second most importand person in my life – and I will not let that happen. I have become very aware of the significance of my-self in what’s happening in my life here and now and forward.

I have become more and more convinced of the importance of doing the things that bring positive waves into my garden with a balance of sun and rain, cold and hot, night and day, fast and slow, high and low.

Three months out of five have passed. I will continue what I have begun: my blog, my writingprojects and bringing new plants (new ideas) into the garden. 
/Sten