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Quantum Balance

Let me walk in grass
just one more time
only once
since the waters have flooded
and the air is like crisp
I just want to lay down
on Mother Earth`s back
and embrace her
for now I understand
now
I see the stars
and the eternity.

Where civilization once lay
a seed once screamed
out to the eternal realm
to be born again
to be allowed to fight
its way through mud
through death and darkness
and so it did.

This sensation of freedom
is all that we have left.
Give me my own heart
my own freedom of choice.

The possibilities are made
out of endless little threads
step on one, on another
feel how the law of order
consequence acts
in heart and mind,
in experience
cause this is the reason
for our mere belonging.
This it is.
Nothing more, in its mathematical
equation.

Nothing more.
The equation says it all.

The rest you may read
between the signs
and particles.

 

The Queens of Fate.

Oh, man sits on bench
and waits, and waits, and waits
and no one knows why
he waits – maybe for those
three queens of fate, for
knowledge of current state.

Rain pours, and hits all
over face and dress that
only knows black in grace
and no one knows why
he waits, and waits, and
only stares out in space.

But fate is wise, and
only one of three of
women of fate, or queens
comes out to him from
castle grim and gives
him one of her ears.

In hymn and song he hears
of tale of tears, and
no one knows why he
waits, and waits, and waits
for words he fears and hates.
What did the hymns create?

Enchantment

enchantment

This place with sounds
like feathered tears of crystals
silently hushing jingles.

A smell of soft moist,
when I breathe in,
my lungs reflect on
the tinkling touch
of blushing clouds.

See!
While I`m blind:
this world of glittered voices
secretly signing contracts
of treasured moments,
this crunching sound of
wet ink on dry leafs.

The sound of wings
made of cob-web in waves,
and these songs like pearls
with reflections of rainbows,
when the wind swings
in a nostalgic mood,
and when they all stop
to listen to the stars
and to the future
they are building.

Air built up,
of World of Colors,
all my senses
push me backwards,
I am embraced
in the etheric fire,
the one that makes
your eyes
into illuminating
oculars.

This Star Portal

How this portal
gleams in its frames,
constantly giving us the hopes
for our own survival
and not only that
but for our freedom
in great safety.How can we be free
when we have to fight?
How can we be safe
when we have to fear?

Look at those frames
in this Star Portal,
let it speak the truth
of your own ancestry.

The Ice Queen’s Daughter 3

She first realized it was a stone wall there when her foot repeatedly hit it some times. The wind had grown again, and the last kilometer had been without sight. She took out a hand, just to feel the surface of the stone, when she suddenly saw some light to the left.

This was it, then? This was the end of her life as Lucy. Wonderful wife, mother of deep happiness, now was her time to go.

The entrance was filled with soft light, and the warmth both touched her with a sensual delight as well as stinging pain in cheeks and hands. She could feel how the forehead started to relax, her hair slowly melting, and how her feet screamed in great pain.

But she didn’t anticipate her knees` reaction. When she understood that she was safe, it was as if her system shut down, she needed rest, whatever the cost.

A thought appeared from the front of her head. She was in grave danger and needed to get away. This cave was far from enough, and who was in it?

But she didn’t care. What if the cave belonged to the Dark Hunters. She could not continue anymore, and had to rest. Therefore, she let herself drift, into the mystic realms of fog and ancient taken paths.

A traveller`s tale

A traveller wandered far and wide,
searching after shells of gold on the sea side,
when, came a big and glowing tide,
see: it arrived with a mysterious guide.

It arrived in seaweed and kelp of gold,
and glitter actually, although it looked old,
a message in bottle, carefully hand rolled,
a scroll that mysterious secrets told.

The traveller got scared of what he read
so he went to the wisest sorcerer instead
he told mysteries too profound for his head,
secrets like pearls on a magic type of thread.

“First, you have to go to the mountains of wise
in a most precise and brilliant disguise
and when you hear the seven melodic cries
look for the green and feminine eyes.

Then, when you`ve found out the secrets it hid,
look for the octopus, rather squid
made in arms of bronze, it is holding a grid,
though, be very careful, it will you forbid.

So, now you`ve found the core of coal,
you need some ampere to get it to roll,
and some salt from sea to put in a bowl,
this, will taste good for your dry soul.

You need some mercury in pocket as well,
this, will the seventh artisan sell,
he lives near the secret, royal cells
you know him by a most certain smell.

This, there is,” said the sorcrerer then,
“These are the secrets of ancient zen,
the gold that will teach all mankind`s men
to stay in their true nature again.”

The traveller looked at him questioning
all that he said, then lessening
the secrets he told, as lecturing,
accusing him of Mind`s trespassing.

So, sorcerer smiled, and then disappeared,
leaving the traveller lost and afeared,
but then his great ego got it all cleared,
and now he felt the whole thing as weird.

“But this”, he said, “this, I will sell,
this will be better than golden shells,
so here I can`t stay, I cannot dwell,
I have to go out to the world and tell!”

He went to the city with structures of high,
these mountains of city disguised the sky,
the first thing he heard, was a choir of sigh,
they sang about sorrow, and there were the eyes!

This woman of song, she looked like a fairy,
her eyes of green and with hair of cherry,
in melodies sang, sounded heavenly airy
her dress with flowers: her name was Mary.

He loved her from the very first look,
the air it stopped, the ground it shook
this, hadn`t been learned from some ancient book,
this feeling of being trapped in this nook!

He stayed and listened to her magical song,
for hours wide, for minutes long,
her voice was soft, but yet, so strong,
he felt like in heaven, like here – he belonged!

And then it was over, they all went away,
and he couldn`t be, no he couldn`t stay,
he had to go follow, he needed to say
how she was her newer, brighter day.

He followed her into an area grand,
this old deposit of farmer`s land
now only grass, and home to a brand:
this carnival named “Fun in Sand”

And there, where this carousel had its night,
he saw this strange and macabre sight,
a ten-armed monster, an octopus white
with arms made of bronze in mighty height.

Now this is when he first feels pain,
how heart is binded by heavy chain
he saw his beauty, in salty rain,
and suddenly insight of sorrow attained.

He walked away, he couldn`t see,
he had to run, he had to flee,
he ran to the salt and down to the sea,
he did not want to stay, nor be.

And when the flood reached its tide,
there weren`t more chances to stay and hide,
he suddenly turned his head to the side,
a strangest smell, something oddly fried.

By seven blocks, in the royal street,
a man sat on dirty, colored sheets,
he cooked in bowl of bronze so neat,
it made the cloth fold into pleats.

“I`ll give you the taste of the soul of sea!
it happens in every time made three,
so look at me son, sit down on your knee`
tell me your sorrows and give me your plea!”

And wanderer cried, and therefore the key
he gave to his Master in happenings three,
he told about sorrow, `bout lady, yes, she
who captured his heart, so that he wasn`t free.

And Master he listnened, and nodded, and smiled,
he knew `bout this human, this fleed, free child,
the one who chose to be bold and wild,
who never was shaped, or formed, nor styled.

“You felt all alive, yes almost awake,
and air it danced while the ground did shake,
but then it all stopped, yes all did it brake,
and all that you are is now in deep ache”

The wanderer listened, for first time he heard,
he started to see from a vision so blurred,
he stopped to think like he was in a heard,
of people and thoughts, but now more like a bird.

“But, how did you see this? How did you…”
“Know? Oh, I have my secrets, my own sacred flow.
But you, you forgot… your cargo.”

Yes, wanderer looked in his right hand,
a bottle with message, once covered in sand,
he found it there, floating, so then it reached land,
and here he now was, and now had to stand.

He carefully opened, this old paper strand,
his arm was shaking, yes this was grand.

“When pain has arrived, decided to stay,
you`ll feel all at lost, your soul will feel gray,
but then is this game that you`ll need to play;
you`ll stand up again, and find new bay:

Your heart is the message, your heart is the soul,
and this, is thousands of years old,
you`ll need some pain, or may we say coal,
to reach your final, greatest role. “

A traveller`s tale, can never fail,
find your purpose,
remove the veil.

The Ice Queen`s Daughter 2

It was a flash in the night sky that made her continue. Her feet now felt like ice blocks and her body wanted to give up, to rest in the eternal snow without the pain. But the flash made her feel like she stood a chance. That if only she managed to get to that cliff over there, she didn`t need to think about the snow anymore. The wind made the fur into little needles of ice, stinging her in the face. She tried to dig her head further down into the cape. Now, the hood didn`t even help, it just carried cold echoes of icy wind inside of her cape, further into her body and soul.

She couldn`t count the time anymore. Her head went all blurry and the thoughts wandered back to when she was free, and safe. Or so she believed. But what was freedom anyway?

Even though you are caught into a cage, it doesn`t matter if you don`t know.

The day when she was ready. Her dress was filled with mystic symbols and runes and powerful herbs all embroidered into the soft fabric. Fabric that reminded them all of gentle snow, or so was it supposed to symbolize. Her shoes made of embroidered greens, symbolizing all growth underneath the ice and snow. The growth that they were all waiting for. It could return any day. You just never knew.

The sensation of him. How he was strong and powerful and how she loved to hear him pant over her, how he made her feel complete, how she enjoyed him and their moments together. He even tried to make her feel better all the time, he wanted her to feel great as well. And she did.

So, what happened? She didn`t even understand why she was here.