Tomorrow is Another Day

15 Aug

so much talking
can’t hear the words
eyes slowly glide around the room
without seeing it really

yet this itch
something i have to do
can’t quite recall
it will wait

slouching again

needed to do something
what was it
i would remember if it was urgent
wouldn’t i?

not here
nothing to wait for

Tomorrow is another day

Wisdom from Buddhist Teacher Atiśa

18 Jul

Atiśa was a Buddhist teacher in the 11th century. He has been a guide and source of great wisdom for many people since then and a number of buddhist traditions are inspired by his work.

I recently came upon the following Atiśa quote as translated and offered by Walter Taminang in his book Perspectives on Mankind’s Search for Meaning (2008). I wish to share it with you as it offers 13 pillars of wisdom that I find especially useful at times when I feel a bit lost and ambivalent about the ways of the world.

I hope that you will enjoy it as much as I do❤

atisa The greatest achievement is selflessness.
The greatest worth is self-mastery.
The greatest quality is seeking to serve others.
The greatest precept is continual awareness.
The greatest medicine is the emptiness of everything.
The greatest action is not conforming with the world’s ways.
The greatest magic is transmuting the passions.
The greatest generosity is non-attachment.
The greatest goodness is a peaceful mind.
The greatest patience is humility.
The greatest effort is not concerned with results.
The greatest meditation is a mind that lets go.
The greatest wisdom is seeing through appearances.

— Atiśa as quoted by Walter Taminang in his book Perspectives on Mankind’s Search for Meaning (2008).

May we all transcend our fearful human nature by allowing the wisdom of our very old teachers to transform us – for the sake of ourselves, our loved ones and all of our brothers and sisters on this earth.❤

Being Quiet

30 Dec

As the sound of traffic
joy and sorrow
past and future
are but waves of the ocean

To stay in the moment
not the drama that unfolds
when waves ripple
over the vast space beneath

I die on this breath
bringing to life
the richness of silence
the depths of the ocean

To a good friend with a lot on his plate❤

Hyde Park Poetry Palace
Thursday Poets Rally Week 80
~ Being Quiet ~

My nomination is: PoetryRUs

Week 80 the perfect poet award


20 May

A spider crawls on my hand
the wind in the trees and the birds in the sky
form a chorus calling summer forth

The grass gently strokes my pale cheek
the creek by my side trickles fresh and cool
under the radiant sun of the North

Patterns play behind my eyelids
from the leaves above burning green shimmer
into a background of deep blue

In this moment
this improvised orchestration of perfection
I am life unfolding. I am eternal.

Spangenberg, Germany

Spangenberg, Germany

– to Michael, thank you for sharing your wonderful garden

Sonic Circles – Rites of Erasure

20 Jan

Long time no see but I have not been unproductive!

Some good friends and I started an art collective here in Copenhagen some months ago and we finally did our first piece together. A dark short movie called Rites of Erasure that focus on the concept of memory constructs and its role in our perception of reality and dream states.

We did the movie in a very short time and it is still a draft only. The audio is to be improves and so is some of the clipping and general coherence in the movie. But the concept is still communicate in this draft we hope.

Rites of Erasure from Sonic Circles on Vimeo.

The video got accepted into the up-coming FOKUS Video Arts Festival 2013 here in Copenhagen. You can follow the festival on

More to come soon.

A Divine Comedy

26 Sep

I felt it break
my beaten heart
the pain teared open my soul

Shattered like glass
each piece contained the next
like fleshy holograms

I wanted to run
but in space suspended
the sharp truths hung like stars

Their beams of light
too bright for my eyes
like slicing machines they cut

Achilles in Dante´s Hell - Love and Lust

I relived it all
collapsed on the floor
surrendered to fate finally

Many days later
I rose again
reborn from the fire and ash

The sun still shone
the birds still sang
I felt my breath and heart beat again

I saw back on a drama
as greek as it gets
of Achilles final home

The Divine Comedy
had unfolded in me
like a tragedy mask leaping through time

I felt a smile
wiped off the salt
and nodding in recognition
I stepped into the world once more

Back again :-)

21 Sep

Hi all!

It´s been a long time!

I´m finally back from a 1.5 month long holiday and now looking at a still heavy loaded work desk. I will grab that pen again the minute I get some time and not least visit all your blogs to read your latest work. Can´t wait!

I hope that you all have been well and I look forward to some fun writing with you all again😀

Big hugs,
Grå Sky