Jag vill kunna lyssna
Och höra sirener sjunga
Utan att översköljas av skräck och tveksamhet
Utan att grusas ned i osäkerhet
Och polemisk korrekthet

När du pratar, vill jag kunna fatta tag i dina vingar
Flyga iväg med dig
Höra orden blandas med vinden
Skapa nya ord, ett nytt språk
Blanda sig med himlens blå, med solens flammor
Med regnets futtiga påminnelser
Om att vi lever i nuet
Att vi talar samma språk
Och ibland – ibland –
Förstår vi varandra
Lite grann

Jag vill förstå
Och gå i gryningen av den nya dagen
Med nya ord och gamla tider
Nya vyer, och gamla strider
Som jag kan lämna bakom mig

Smälta. Omvandla. Tolka. Förvandla.
Glida med dig, när dina vingar blir så stora och breda
Att de täcker hela horisonten
Och jag ser bara framåt
Förstår innebörden i varje ord, i varje vingslag
Hittar precis varje svar, varje perfekta kommentar
Så att vi bara glider och glider på termiken
På termodynamiken
På lingvistiken

Och landar lätt, med en viskning

Nu står vi där, i tystnaden
Igen
Tittar åt varsitt håll och nästan – nästan –
Nästan förlorar oss i frestelsen
Att inte längre lyssna
Att höra bara vartannat ord, bara upp-nyanserna
Bara vänstersvängarna

Men inte – denna – gång
För just – denna – gång
Känner vi närheten av varandra
Och vänder om, och ser varandra
Ser hela världen
Hör tystnadens oerhörda möjligheter
Känner att denna gång
Har – vi – tid
Att lyssna

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Inspirerad dels av Teater Verbals uppsättning av Ett Drömspel, som jag precis varit på och som även går ikväll och imorgon (13-14/8) på Storsjöteatern i Östersund – kanonbra!. Och dels av mina funderingar kring hur svårt kommunikation är.

Taking leave of your senses
Time is just a dream
Always on the move
Life is not what it seems

Are you ready to try?
Leaving the miles behind
Stars in your eyes
Never knowing why?

Taking leave of your senses
Time is just a dream
Always on the move
Life is not what it seems

Are you tired of the fire?
The flames, the high wire
Licking at your feet
Like a virtual pyre?

Taking leave of your senses
Time is but a dream
Always on the move
Life is not what it seems

Are you burning with desire?
The heat, the ocean tide
Sweeping away uncertainty
Letting go, reaching higher?

Taking hold of your senses
You have all the time you need
Always on the move
Life is greater than it seems

Are you ready to fly?

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A picture
A feeling
A long walk under the Aspen trees

Snowfall
Birds call
Springtime brightens up the sky

Contemplation
Revelation
Long hellos and sad goodbyes

A wink
A word
A smile to carry you through the day

A truth
A dream
Memories guide you along the way

The hug
The tears
The pain that follows you through the years

The water
The laughter
The wind that cleanses you from your fears.

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Just you and me
With just a glance
A lifetime to be free

Let’s walk the road
And learn the code
Let’s burn the fire hot

Let’s dance the night
With moon so bright
And remember what’s forgot

The spiral dance
Let’s take a chance
Come weave a trance with me

We’ll burn the codes
And pave new roads
And dance till we are free

Let’s dance the dance
Till morning comes
Our bodies burning bright

Then hands raised high
We’ll meet the sky
And set all wrongs to right.

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Field and Stream

Field and stream before the sunset
Nature’s beauty to behold
Fleeting glimpses of a daydream
Almost real, and yet still old
Beauty’s passage – everlasting
Feel the blast of icy cold
Mournful cries of death deceiving
Eyeing something new and bold
Crying out for life and living
Yet still waiting to be told.

Owen Laws
1975-1976

Some bear the weight throughout their lives
Never asking why
Some dare to dream but not to live
Until the day they die
Some see the cross but not the light
Shining in their eye
Some try to run but always walk
Even though it makes them cry

We know so much, yet cannot see
The truth for all the lies
We need to feel a touch of spring
In the winter of our lives

What message do you seek my friend
Whispering through the pines?
What goals will you abandon now?
What will you leave behind?

When you leave this worldly life
What will you have to show?
What will you give?
What will you take?
What is there left to know?

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She swaggers in. They are terrifying in their white hairlessness. She waits. She watches. She does not move. She is measuring their moves. And they are measuring her. Cautiously one takes a bit of her fur. He cuts it free from her. He examines it. Another numbers her feet, her teeth, the length and width of her body. She yawns. They announce she is alive. They wonder what she will do if they enclose her in the room with them. One of them shuts the door. She backs her way toward the closed doorway and then roars. “Be still,” the men say. She continues to roar. “Why does she roar?” they ask. The roaring must be inside her, they conclude. They decide they must see the roaring inside her. They approach her in a group, six at her two front legs and six at her two back legs. They are trying to put her to sleep. She swings at one of the men. His own blood runs over him. “Why did she do that?” the men question. She has no soul, they conclude, she does not know right from wrong. “Be still,” they shout at her. “Be humble, trust us,” they demand. “We have souls,” they proclaim, “we know what is right,” they approach her with their medicine, “for you.” She does not understand this language. She devours them.