


NETTLE






Have seen through life and little is left me unseen.
The Now, is since long seen, already hatched,
to its very last drop a home-birded and tired.
Time,
there presage moved gifted unexpected possibilities
in the false promises that are ripped apart inside by the miraged
while just running away from the latest cancelled occurrences…
But, still…
awoke to something unreachable and desirable in me,
as it would be a life without any words, rich with other than trash.
At long last given here entry to an Enlightened New Time;
an age where the new pen cease being so meaningless and mightless.
Wished deeds step onwards. None gets away.
Hear a last warning filled with severity.
All is altered.

HARSHLY TURNED INWARDS
Vaktar timmarnas skiften; deras byten: Mitt byte.
Dimtäckt ― UPPVÄCKT!, stiger ― lyfter sig Gryningen
snarvaket öppnad i de genomlysta skogsrummen
och hela natten saknas ― för en stund, ― igen.
(Oro biter ― en tyngd dröjer sig kvar.)
Vandrar upp Stigarnas åldrade, inbrända, årssteg,
står uppå blommande åkeröar,
lämnande mina falnande fotspår
och infångar slitna tankar ― när sagt i hjärtat klarnar, ― kvarstår:
Livets hjärta, våra hjärtan; är födda mognade.
Så återvänd, kom ni vilka lyssnat, känn kvalen renhjärtade;
på hat och glädjes villkor här tillåtet att ömt sammanfogas
med sorglösa ― kanske sorgstinna, upplysta Solens färdvägar
Är överbevisad ― när dina kårar kryper kalla, ― om du vaknar.

Here is a stone-hill filled with taken away stones.
There is a leaning larder collecting in what is already eaten.
(All still as ardent as a forgotten memory of a light burned out.)
The surpassed present time is without real answers
and sowing here without harvest in a curious connection
Viet knows what Honour causes, while here now life;
last and finally is mostly for ill hidden purposes grief
IN WITH THE UNREACHABLE TO GRAB!
TAKE THE FINAL STEP!
Be a solidity with the striking-weapon; Clarity and Right,
and fill up the patience, break here down suffering!
BE THE WORLD A WITHSTANDING DELIGHT!
NOW LIVE YOURSELF FULL!
It begins.
Enter to the present time with something monumental:
TRUTH.
