Counsel of Akka

My steps are heavy, oh sister My burdened heart has fallen into my shoes,If only I could close my eyes and sleep away from this world… Oh, brother! Why do you weep?Why has Maya rattled you so? Do you not see that she rages in vain?Be not saddened by this great illusion. Sister, I beg

Two needles

The All gave me a pearl,A great treasure for all my days And They gave me to her. A wedding procession carried usthrough the Heavens Before we even knew how to speak. An awen was given to me, A beautiful daimon, To own my breath and sooth my body,To speak to me whispers and harvest

Sky traveler

Today I saw a seagull shitting on a king. How regal she looked, So unbothered,As she shat on his copper head,His mug turned green by time. How little use our honoured titles are for one who can travel the skies.

Knowing Freya. Part 13: Freya and modern Heathens

The world of today is incredibly different to what it was when the worship of the Norse Deities was the main religion in Iceland and Scandinavia. The culture, the language, the values and technology have changed to the point that a Viking Age heathen would feel utterly lost if they somehow found themselves in our

A Free Mind

I am nowhere-manNot here-manI’ve longed walked through empty streets at nightWhen the city sleepsAnd the people cannot see me In the daylight,I speak the words they put in my mouth,I dance the steps they tell me to dance,I smile when they do and I frown when they do.But do they know I’ve lost my mind?

A Song for Sunna

I went and had another walk by the sea today. The sun was already low when I came to the shore at around 2 p.m. and soon I found myself whispering an improvised tune to Sunna. Later, I wrote the words down and added a few extra verses. The poem is in Swedish, which is

Haikus about the runes: Eihaz, rune of Yggdrasil

Great yew, evergreenResurrection, Tree of LifeYou are Yggdrasil The rune ᛇ is called eihaz, meaning ‘yew’. It is pronounced like the letter ï. The yew is a sacred tree in many traditions. In the Norse religion, the world tree Yggdrasil is sometimes believed to be a yew. It has in the past been translated as

Ingwaz – Blood into Ink

There is a wound in me,One of manyBut this oneRuns deeper than all others There is a well in me,Which stretches down into the earthAnd from which the waters of my blood flow Who can stop the rushing tides?Who has the power to halt the currents from continuing their course?There is One. But She said:”Child

At the feet of Týr

I lay and sleept for an hour beneath the Tiwaz treeMy body was tired and my soul wearyI’d searched for you everywhere but I could not find YouWhere had You gone from me, Beloved?I heard it whispered that You were searching for me too.So, I removed the clothing of my soul and lay down beneath