It’s a cold, cold winter

We’ve had a crazy amount of snow in the past week, which is odd. This time of year is usually marked by the beginning of spring but we’re now having more snow that we’ve had all winter. It’s also pretty cold, with – 14 C° (6.8 F°) just the other day. When spring nears, it

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.

Books I read/listened to in januari 2023

I usually read more books than I have the time to write about. So, I thought I’d once in a while write shortly about books I read or listened to during a certain period of time. Today, I’d like to share my reading experiences of 2023’s first month: Dual-aspect Monism and the Deep Structure of

Poem: Sleeping with Ghosts

Content warning: death, suicide, transphobia This is the text I was trying to write for Transgender Day of Rememberance, but I couldn’t find the words then. Sleeping with ghosts I have a head full of ghostsAnd the air I breath is full of ghosts.Do you not see? Can you not hear?Everywhere I go, they go

The Giants Shine at Night

I have wandered many nights when I could not sleep.I have wandered in Gothenburg and in Bangkok, in Dubai and in Lyon.I have wandered under falling snow and in tropical heat,At the feet of skyscrapers and beneath cathedrals.I have wandered alone, most of the time. And in all cities the world round,The giants shine at

A prayer poem: Song of Byggvir

I am the son of the soilMy feet are in the dirtMy bones grow downwards like rootsMy soul reaches up high,Where Mother and Father waitAll Their children’s return My body comes from the soil,From the lovely body of Jord, I was bornMy soul comes from Oden,He breathed me to life,Gifted me with spirit and mind,As

Son of Jord and Njord

Yesterday I bought a soap with scent of the seaIt’s got real pieces of kelp in it and it feels like such luxury. Today the sun shines and the cherry trees blossom above me,as I lay in the park,the one by the playground,below that hill where the drug dealers sit in a old broken sofa

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?