Archive for ‘Life’

Recite

Recite

As part of the summer concert with the choir, Kristall, I sing with I was asked to recite a poem of my own. It’s much more fun to say yes than no. So with butterflies in my stomach and shaking like a leaf I did.

Here is the English version, video in Swedish at the end.

Breaking through

always there
even in the darkest hour
behind the thickest cloud
in the longest night

trust it
hold on to the promise
close your eyes, and dream, day
hold it, in your heart

evening sun reflects spectrum
blue, green, yellow, red
shadows fade, all the way into black

an eternal whirling dance
of sun, and earth in the universe ballroom
we spin along
hoping to catch, the golden moments

like dancers focus their eyes
a frozen beat of rotation
we stay with the spin
without falling out into oblivion

Faith, Hope and Love
Light breaks through, always

To boldly read what no man has read before, ha de Gött!

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Sinkadus

Sinkadus

Sinkadus is a Swedish word that is not easily translated to English but it still fits this picture like a glove. It means something like ‘strike of luck’. According to my research it’s stems from French and a game of dice where the lucky number seven, cinque et dous, five and two with two dices. Even if my son, the Swedish teacher, would be proud this was not meant to be a language lesson post but be about the photo.

You need some skill to be a good photographer but above all you need patience and luck, sinkadus. Just like when you’re out walking and find a scene like this. From Trossö-Kalvö-Lindö, Bohuslän Sweden. Sometimes the dices roll my way but I think I refrain from putting any money on it.

Bad or good, luck is always with you. Ha de Gött!

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Just follow

Just follow

Just follow my lead and you will do fine.

I don’t know the name of these birds but, here is some excellent parenting going on. Making sure the chick knows how to keep the feathers clean before the flying lessons starts. That is, after all, you can do as a parent before the children leave the nest and fly off into the adventures world.

Children do as we do, not as we say. Ha de Gött!

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Home and away

Home and away

A picture from Morups Tånge in Halland Sweden. I lived just one kilometre from this proud lighthouse from the age of 13 to 27. Made me think about what’s home. In my first 13 years we moved as many times so this was the first time I actually felt rooted. I drove past the farm and the new owners had changed pretty much everything. So the feeling of home was not for me anymore, all gone. Maybe it’s like that song “wherever I lay my hat, that’s my home”. What do you think?

There’s no place like home, ha de Gött!

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Misplaced

Misplaced

So many questions of this wheel. Did it fall off and rolled down the hill bounced on the curb and landed in the thicket. Where is the bike and does the other wheel miss his mate. What must the owner feel, was he or she in to much of a rush. Had to be balancing off to work on a mono bike. This runaway tire, what tales could be spoken.

Life is like a box of chocolate, ha de Gött!

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What if

What if

What if

Jesus rode in today
would it be on a
a noisy chopper bike
in a bikers leather west
white halo helmet
or
an electric scooter
letting the long hair
fly in the wind
-
would it be
blast through the doors
of the shopping mall
in the escalator declare
our sins with bombastic words
or
sitting down by the hobo
look with tears in eye at
the steel and glass temple of banks

You can’t bring anything when you finally go, ha de Gött!

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