WITH CLEAR VIEW

Am a resting windfall the storm rifted and hid

next to clean ― opening ― flowing cold wells.

 

Remain being sought after and true ― All that you have dreamt of.

 

Still aiming after the lingering clouds’ steps,

after the tentative winter sun over the spruce stripe

in glances fleeing away from this place underneath…

 

(Laying thoughtful seated in the ascent,

alone reluctantly agreed to leave my tracks here.)

 

No more faking being content, poking around in Life’s shrubs,

saying gently that the hard to interpret is your ignorance;

that the core was carved hard in my last death years

 

A small misty look-in from the passed peaks:

(The hardest growth rings, rarely richly useful,

when only and always; Truth as the answer remains.)

 

In its dream state stuck the frost onto the dusted grey

spillage from the branches power ― wandered to The Gods’ might ―

entering over the grounds threshold: The skies recess.

 

Cultivated to be a Knowledgeable: An ennobled wild.

 

 

AS A FROST MOTH IN NOON-DAY THAW

Winter-shrouded wooded ground ― bitterly cold ―

plodding snowed over paths.

 

Whirling snow kisses. Helping me live.

 

Cutting in ― setting traces in time ―

hearing a frozen to death stone rapture.

 

Sensing emotions colden.

 

Future now stands here in the trace-meeting ―

knowing the inner in your voice ― in our two parts:

Let me become the most beautiful spring-freed leaf you’ve seen.

ODLADE STENKAST

När minnen livnär,

framtvingar det oförklarade att vara självklart.

Och vad som anstår vårt värde kommer Viljan att följa.

Så lite det krävs att ge liv.

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Men när minnen illa skär:

Sökte en medkänsla; fick kalla, okunniga ord
till ett tomt skal där en oförändrat upplyst borde bo.

Så lite det krävs att ge död.

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Du. Existens;
minnets samlade resultat från levda stunder, lyss:

Våra liv handlar om att förtjäna vår identitet.

Härled din närvaro med vår lämnade tillvaro,
häromkring tillåt insikternas sötma bli motgiftet.

Här. Vi kan rensa felen och vända världen rätt för oss.

Rygga aldrig tillbaka!
Skyll inte tveksamhetens kedjor!

Men, finn vår repulsion mot ideal utan den normala insikten:

Inne i de andra Världarna visas all vår olikhet klarlagd.

SOM EN FROSTFJÄRIL I DAGSMEJAN

Vinterinsvept skogstrakt ― smällkallt ―
pulsar översnöade stigar.

Yrsnö kysser. Hjälp mig leva.

Hugger in ― sätter spår i tiden ―
hör en ihjälfrusen sten rämna.

Känner känslorna kallna.

Framtida nu står här i spårmötet ―
känner ditt inre i din röst ― i våra två delar:

Låt mig bli det vackraste vårutsprungna löv ni sett.

PÅ TIDENS ENDA VÄG

(Solen kastar bort imman stärker Klarheten.)

 

Årens tankar återvända lika träd vilka lagts att multnas,

länge grävande i färdigblommat och Vinterbonat

att ur markens vishet från Världarnas krav återlämnas.

 

Rotas. En stam har alltid medvind och motvind. Håller fast.

 

Tar upp mer värde.

 

 

 

Tidens enda väg är Stigen där tagna steg tar sitt ansvar

intill uppresta vallar bräddfyllda Löv, Vatten och Vind,

och föga glest är mellan att få trugas med Gudarnas Svar.

 

Är nästgårds nu.

 

Sänder i förtid ner Edert botande kärleksverk

att enligt Naturen omforma våra tillgångar:

 

 

 

Äger ännu hjärtat som vägrat Livet vara ett fuskverk;

och fick höra att Viljan satt uppe i trädtopparna

så slitsamma att nå få överkliva bli till mitt livsverk.

 

Vill till sist med blodet hugga fram Heiliga Vetandets Bro,

finna värdiga Viet vara samlade i vår värld

där vi rastlösa kan hämtas hem till Asgård; sann frid och ro.

 

FORCED WILL CHOSEN

Acknowledging my honour and sweetest high-lineage,

I stop smoothing over my well-deserved nuisance:

 

Scoffing at the revolting; useless to this world,

remaining in solved questions and hardened riddles.

 

Agreeing with truisms and people’s will,

when that fully and gratuitously has been attended.

 

Stabbing dead meaningless opinions!

Axing down bumptious pretences!

Leaving sense against wicked deeds!

 

Gather thoughtful goods:

Know that Truth, Honour and the Rights of Might,

don’t serve our foes as weaponry

as all here now is owned by Viet.

 

Reasons for an honourable Life is Life’s claim

 

Remember that rich owns the Light:

Caring for Life’s Goodness;

path to insight and dearest life value.

 

Truth is our sufficient property.

 

TIME’S BLOOD

SETTING CLEANSED STEPS WITH THE IRON.
BINDING THE CIRCLE ON SUN’S MIDDLE.
FASTENING MIDGARD’S FOUR DIRECTIONS.

A STORM NOW TEARS THROUGH THE NINE WORLDS.

TIME’S STEPS: YGGDRASIL IS OUR TRUTH.
TIME’S BLOOD: LAW, RIGHT AND VICTORY.

HONOUR IS ALL THE MEAT OF WISDOM.
THE GROUND IS OATHBOUND FOR ODIN’S WORLDS.
ASGARD’S CHOSEN IS LIFE’S CHOSEN.

EYE-MEETING (FOR A FRIEND.)

“But say, wouldn’t you let dumbness amuse,
be fooled to lack responsibility for yourself
and be struck dead for the rest of your life
like others? Like a normal funny farm being.”

Seating myself sternly down and answering:

Find here your hardest eye-meeting.

Misled, into qualm and anguish thrown,
stuffed yourself thrall-bound with all that is indigestible.

Do you know that every dumb thing gets your applause,
but scum’s trash is all that scum will beget in return?

Searching inside after something called nothing to express?
Wrapping thoughtlessness around deranged and led opinions?
Foolishly smiling indulgently when impropriety and foulness appear?

Your turbid thoughts now cling after some doubt
in a strained smile fooled away from sanity,
so consider that weak-hearted is wrong
and filth always did harden your ugliness.

You have already enough to suffer from;
that thoughts are counted as your deeds’ freedom
and that need would strengthen or break down,
but it will become an insight of an inner unchanged.

Our foes construct barriers against the Life we do own,
setting in and leading your undignified wrong choices,
wrapping steadfast rotten meek in your “free will’s causes”,
twisting wishful thinking and gnawing down all will and lust,
axing onward your “self-deception” at our lives expenses
there “open-minded” will quickest possible be very shallow
when “acceptance” means to be carved with the defects of others.

It is certain that your inner and outer blemishes are laid brickwork.

Cry my tears for a while,
but now carefully note that you are the cause.

 

A CONFIRMED FATE

Raising up a monument

over an exception in excess and far above,
one who refused to own wrongs, but was robbed for far more

Well, it is clear that Man harbours here; there Worlds see:

“Am after repute active in other places
and that is surely more than a clue hereabout…

The years took me too early inside of current futures
therein true visions lived when near was;
but never really was lived.”

We agree upon refusing the revolting parts of the whole,
so doomed are to us the unwanted: All those coerced roads.

TRACK DOWN THAT THE NIGHTSIDE NOW BELONGS TO OUR DEFENCE
AND OPEN EYES ARE REWARDED WITH GOOD AND TRUTH. TAKE THAT IN!

STRAIGHTEN TWISTED THOUGHTS IN THOSE WEARING BLINKERS WITH HATE!

CRUSH THE LAST CONFIDENCE IN THE TREACHEROUS! FIND HERE THE ANSWER!

… IN LIGHT! Settling my death with my foes death.

… IN DARKNESS! Becoming an avoiding ghost.

… IN LIFE! I am pleased and drunk with victory.