Rista Blodörn
I
Today the blood eagle was performed on the royal prisoner
To the hilltop they went. The altar was boring and deathly pale as usual
No friendly birds nest in the trees up there; only ghosts.
Today I am full of spite and anger. I am mad. I am bothered
And I could not tell anyone. I know what they will say
What kind of advice shall they give. What words shall I hear.
This is anger that I could not share. Something I could almost not bear.
But I will take it to the grave. I shall forever be silent.
I shall never dare speak about it.
II
I drove and drove around the campus believing that there is salvation among the roads. An endless sea of pavement where majestic trees stand guard. Loving gargoyles, the rocks. I was calmed by it all.
This is poetry. This is what I call beauty. This is all that there is and same as it ever will be. This is music, this is wisdom. This is the enlightenment of the soul and I am gaining eternal peace. This is love. This is heaven. This is the holy ritual where happiness meets the birth of everything that is holy and good. This is the never ending desire to be free. This is power, uncorrupted. This is the joyful self that is me.
I saw people laughing and I laughed too. Why should I not? I decided that an ice-cream, strawberry flavor, may improve my mood. And if it were so then it is good. But if only I could, if only I could. My heart beat faster.
All the spirits and unseen benevolent beings I implore your attention may the powerful healing talent of the supreme flow through the invisible roads that run all over this infinite universe I call the mind which is all that there is and which is all that will ever be. Amen.
I was alone and I was free. Driving still, I looked at the sunlight. It was warm, for summer is warm. There is no room for cold. There is only heat, radiant and vicious. I observed the gardens and ponds and I saw the solitude that penetrates each and every single being. There is solitude all over. I am full of it and I rejoiced.
