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,AsFortsätt läsa ”A prayer poem: Song of Byggvir”

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 sofaFortsätt läsa ”Son of Jord and Njord”

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