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  • make the man cry expose him to his hidden self bring forth his vulnerability so that you can meet him there when you do then dont make his worst expectations come true meet him in that place where his delicate heart resides show him that his tears are not a sign a of weakness but…

  • angels are scattered in the sky

    angels are scattered in the sky invisible to the untrained eye but they are dancing and laughing they radiate a loving light and on the cold summer evening as the sun is starting to set they are the last love the sun gives the earth, together they go into nights rests, with the same unbothered…

  • scattered poems

    Can your song touch the world once more,  like it did so clearly before we lived in your music   our existence  was a dance to it,  for the enligthened ones,  the sages, shamans,  and oracles,  the dance was clear to see,  which was why they always  had a muted smile on their lips,  but…

  • How are we to treat people in this world, in order to connect more deeply with them?

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    Or rather, when is it that we connect with other humans deeply? Like we surely all know, sometimes things “click” with another person, and sometimes they dont. We might contribute this to having similar intrests with them. Or having shared a similar experience in the past. That might be why we connect with some personalities…

  • The freshness of experience is something that never ceases to induce marvel within me. How everything all around, all the time, is in fact a new happening. The world as it is appearing right now in this moment has never been done before! It’s raw. It’s clean. It is truly and deeply filled with potential.…

  • A short update – antes espana

    Life as it is and have been for the past 3 months is slowly coming into change. It’s noticable for me, but only slowly and in a “behind the horizon” sort of way. Right now I feel nervous about it, and to be honest, that is a feeling which is highly welcomed right now. There…

  • Kontroll

    Det kryper småkryp i mina fingrar, småkryp som vill skriva, som får njutning av att få trycka på tangenter. Småkrypen har däremot ingen agenda. De har ingen ide om något de vill skriva om. De har ingen historia att berätta. Det som de gör är att följa någon sorts större vilja, en vilja som får…

  • Non duality, duality and insight

    My ego is like a partner lacking confidence, therefore always needing attention, and getting this by boasting, always being loud. My boundless ground is like a mirror always reflecting, easily lost in the rumble of the ego, easily forgotten withouth dedicated awarness. But always present, always there, unchanging. Reflecting. One part of the whole. I…

  • Untitled

    Ding ding the bell hanging at the top of the door frame declares, as the man walks into the midtown cafe. The breath of the cafe welcomes him with its warm air, scented with hints of cinnamon and fresh pressed coffe. The atmoshepre is loud, vibrant and full of life. For someone coming into this…

  • Vart bär molnen?

    Åh min vän… molnen bär över den stora himmelen och de glider alltid lika stillsamt ner över horisonten. Men vad händer med dem sedan? Nedanför horisonten vet jag inte vad som händer med molnen. Det är bortom mig. Jag kan bara föreställa mig hur världen där ser ut, och vad molnen har för sig. Däremot…