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I stand on a hill
a manmade hill so old
shrouded in mystery
shrouded in mist

(I feel like screaming
this sunless day)

I feel caught in between
I feel like a dried flower
between yellow pages
in the oldest book
where no story is to read

I embrace them
the standing stones
one by one
lean towards them
touch the cold surface
touched by thousands

I don`t really listen
I don`t really care
I just want to surrender
this in between layer

(But me feet are sunk in fertil mud
and cling me to the ground)


Then I notice them
very weak
very silent
hussssj......

..an echo...
more echoes..
distant but also close
thousands..


Are they real

the whispering of the stones?


(to be continued)

Fantastisk vakkert! 

Takk
Kva likte du då?



Nei?
Kanskje ikkje?

Ok.

The Whisepering Stones are real...

Yes.
But its confusing.
For an old hunter and gatherer  ...
Leaving the old weave in the sky for a lunar disc in a schrine..
..or a temple..
And what is the barrow,if not a resemblant for the Mothers Woumb?
The sacred caves we abondoned a long time ago,
for ploughing and controlling,
while  man worked himself into a pigeonhole we hardly can leave?

Jeg fikk ut av dette:

Å bli kallet på av steinens visdom...for å komme ut av en fanget tilværelse.
Dette minnet meg litt om mitt eget dikt en gang i tiden...

Jeg føler de kaller.....tror jeg det var!

Yes it does,
You should listen to the song
"Stone People" fremført av John Two-Hawks under en konsert med Nightwish,
then the pain and what hurts would fly away with the last remains of the echo in the wind

Thanks . I will.

Og takk Silva for tolkning.
Ja,steinane gøymer nok på litt av kvart motsette energiar.
Kanskje dei som reiste dei var fanga i ein tilværelse også?
I noko me ser meir enn omrisset av no?

Back to the caves hunters and gatherers

Is that possible?
Maybe we can still hunt the animals,but in another sfere?
And gather and treasure new realities?

  I hear the whispering
  in between
  that we can feel, but not grasp
  between time and no time at all

  the longing to just fall
  surrendering

  ( I love your poem )
 
 

Mmmm..comforts me..

"Final Tribe":

Is that possible?
Maybe we can still hunt the animals,but in another sfere?
And gather and treasure new realities?

Yes...i think it highly possible
as we are the fishermen,and the great deep unknown sea is our true homer

I love your stones of whispering

Like an eagle on a stealthmission I dive again,
quick,
grab a livelythank you hug out of the river of good things,
rise
and drop it in front of a poet`s doorway