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She hungered for a different story - one to respell the world she knew




Fotnavlad

Fotnavlad
What we seek is love itself, revealed now and again in human form, but pushing us beyond our humanity into animal instict and god-like success. There is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet... Jeanette Winterson. Love, the deadly wound from which my life slowly bleeds, there I am preserved ...Birgitta Trotzig
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onsdag 5 maj 2021

Keep bleeding into the mystic

When all the colors bleed into one 

Love, the deadly wound from which my life slowly bleeds, there I am preserved
Birgitta Trotzig


Just beneath the thin layer of romanticizing love
a bigger You
a bigger Love
bleeding together into One


Closed off from love I didn't need the pain
Once or twice was enough and it was all in vain
Time starts to pass, before you know it, you're frozen,
But something happened for the very first time with you
My heart melts into the ground, found something true
And everyone's looking 'round thinking I'm going crazy

But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love

into the mystic
into the now
into

each
other
wise



lördag 3 april 2021

The key to the Love Circus of the World: the letting through into the mystic

 

"The membrane gone, the concepts gone, to be are some plain heavy stones."

but first water
first rain

and dogs




"Just outside my window I hear the late September dogs
And I understand their warning I understand their song
...
I shout to the sky please
Come on let it rain
Let it rain down on me
Let the rain touch my hands
Let the rain set me free
Let it rain down on me
... 
Silence is the steel that pierces and cuts me to the bone
...
Just inside the distance I here the late September dogs
And so I beg for sleep the child who walked before she crawled
Damn my soul that remembers and clutches to this pain
The spear in your side is me
Come on let it rain"



first water
first rain

and hope

"Let it rain
As I walk these streets unknown
To no one named
Not even myself
...
Let it go
No mother, no father, no home
...
Let it rain
let it flood these streets, wash me away
...
But give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most



the letting out
the raining through
into the mystic

all
LOVE
is possible

"The open human: after rain. Membrane gone - everything hurts
blistering green, stinging glitter, fiery clear
burning skin.
Everything exposed, everything without mediation."


"Then magnificently we will float..."