The tear of a candle & an abacus

Safe
Allowed 2
Drop a tear

G1
Looking 4
Another chance 2
Deny my independence

Jakten är avslutad! *Hurra!Hurra!Hurra!*/ The hunt is over! * Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! *

An attempt to translate it and perhaps 'improve it'(from swedish to english, written 2008-07-25 kl 18:30 the original text(my text)can be found here )



Du kan inte fånga mig!
Flyg, spring, simma, gräv
upp eller ner?

Du kan inte fånga mig!
Leta genom horisonten
Titta omkring dig
Dyk in i de djupaste vatten
Gräv upp eller ner
Oavsett!

Du kommer hitta bara en sak!
En GRAV eller ditt garv!

Ner eller upp! Söker du?
Ska du gräva ner dig i papper?
Eller . . .
Ska du gräva dig uppåt och
finna din väg.

Ingen kan ta vad som är ditt
för vad som är ditt är en del
av världen en oskiljaktig och
delaktig del av världen!

Om vad livet består!
Leta inte längre än din näsa!
Se vad som finns!
Känn vad som finns!
Vem är du?

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You cannot catch me!
Fly, run, swim, dig!
Up or down?!

You cannot capture me!
Look through the horizon
Take a look around you
Dive into the deepest waters
Did you reach the bottom?
NOW
Dig,
up or down?
.Regardless.

You will find only one thing!
A GRAVE or a roar of laughter!

Your laughter.

Down or Up! Are you still searching?
Are you going to bury yourself in papers?
Or. . .
Are you going to dig your way up and
find your way?

Noone can take what is yours
because what is yours is a inseparable
integral part of the world!

The components of life itself?
Look no further
than

your nose!

See what's available!
Know what is available
and why! Who are you
NOW?

Peppery Peepers

We are stealing (borrowing until further notice) apples & walnuts from each other’s yard. Shaken by the wind(fallen) apples & walnuts. We just need a peephole and with our tongue we tickle the delicious codling moth larvae that willingly comes out from the fruits, surrender. But we don’t stick our tongues inside walnuts, am sure you understand why, but anyway: three words - navel orangeworm larvae = crescent-shaped markings Oh! . . . and never stare at a navel orangeworm and shhh . . . .

Feel the Gordian Knot

Using the intuitive sense of balance instead of judging could mean to genuinely interact with the ultimate reality while creating it


"Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian Knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter" (Shakespeare, Henry V, Act 1 Scene 1. 45–47)

I have no opinion

I have had friends still have them but is it my fault that I don’t want to feed them with the poison that kills their soul but nourishes their animalistic self and troubles their clueless ego? What gives them energy, to take a step ahead and never look back or around them? I have had friends still have them in my heart I will always have time for them

always and forever.

Since I was a child I ‘ve been told that it was easy for me to find someone’s buttons. I was doing it without even knowing that I was doing it. Years pass by, my friends are all a part of me but we don’t have time for each other now. We have different needs but now and then we verify each other’s existence feel blessed and move on. What is there to say? There must be a cure, but you cure one thing and blindly strengthen another. There is no cure. I have no opinion; the letters of the alphabet are still spellbound, caught in the spider web, the place of their mythical birth and inside my silence.

I also know that we are the evil that the future generations currently experience, although our excuse is that we are fighting the evil we 've experienced and try to survive in the society - as given to us - and it is only those that -pick up the speed- that can succeed and rule over the _____. Because we don't give a second thought to things we uneventfully experienced inside the genuine silence of our inexperienced self, what we experienced as *sparkly & to be desired* during childhood. We strive to become what we thought we could be or they, the others already are.



Since I was a child, it was easy for me to connect and create out of nothingness precious moments together, hone our skills. There are no strangers, never felt that someone else was a stranger to me. Strangers . . . we are not strangers to ourselves but to the image we‘ve built, to the image of the other or of what that person give us ot not give us, not what that person is . . . they, they are a part of you, the beginning of you and the end of them, THE – y -OU



As a good friend though, I should be humble enough to give them what they need in order to take a step ahead but I also know what I will be doing to them and I can’t accept that, do no harm. Do nothing. I have no opinion and nobody knows. I am not there. That is the only thing felt from them. I am not there.