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Should I lend you more knowledge,
more facts about neurons and atoms?
No… I’d much rather help you forget,
so that you might once again walk with wind under your feet,
and mirrors in your eyes.

exiled

It’s okay to put the world aside, Now and then, To remember your place, In the garden, Never once exiled, Never once leaving home.

by Ruben Laukkonen

floating

Everything being of one substance, Which is no-substance, And seeing that every speck of dust, is floating space, What can we hold onto?

by Ruben Laukkonen

stone

Tell me, is there a story within you? What does it say, about what you ought to be? Do you remember tearing those pages out of a book somewhere? When did they turn to stone, and become so heavy? Well, it’s good fortune then, that you’re unable to carry… anything at all.

by Ruben Laukkonen

home

Do we really need to prove anything at all? Come home, my dear, there’s no shame in the simple, the wilderness is right here.

by Ruben Laukkonen

pretence

With this cage of ribs, With this narrow mind, With these churning thoughts, A sharp sword through a gentle stream—  We pretend to cut the ocean.  We pretend to imprison the heart. 

by Ruben Laukkonen

 

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