HOOKED

Slow saturday morning ...I'm lying
under blanket with coffee au lait

Looking out of my window ...snow crystals 

floating down across silvery branches

Sunlight ignites the highest pine tops ...I see

neighbourgs cat tiptoeing on its round

Wintry stillife on slowmotion

And why do I pick up my phone

Shocking news ...politicians explaining,

singing one another in melt swamphole

Hot gossips - click headlines ...celebrities n'

fotographers spinning in vicious circles

I put my phone away onbedsidetablebutpickitupagaininaminuteor

eveninseconds

I could have a slow meditative morning and 

a piece of mind

butIendupinmiserableliminalstatelimbofrustu

ratingmindfragmentationangrytomyself

I shut down my phone

And I tell you: I remember a moment maby 25

years a go in a forrest cottage

I drowned my Nokia-Phone in a bucket full of

icecold water and burned the simcard in a hot

sauna stove

And it was SO liberating



I wish I could learn
...to regulate better 
howandwhenandwhatdoIfillmyheadwith

...and to realy apreciate
my unique moment in our one-of-a-kind planet earth

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Today starts a winter holiday week in Finland. Earlier it was called a ski'ing holiday. I gathered my skies and ski poles and and went ski'ing a roud the swamp and over the hills. Two and half hours. It emptied my head better than anything. A compatitive singing - kind of wisdoms competition - between wise individuals is a wellknown theme in finnish folklore. Old and wise Väinämöinen sings youg and foolish Joukahainen to a swamphole.

YOU COULD DIE

so happy for the small amount of snow

so happy for the wonder of the flake

is it time to die

giving it up while flowers die, decay
in the end the sleep will win your mind

is it time to die

give up, ease up, willpowers got so tired
put aside your guns, there's no sense to fight

is it time to die

oh how silent, still it is, let go, hibernate
hearts beating slow, dreaming under snow 

       now blanket gently falls on wounds
       and spring in time...
        
           (sleepily, ritard.)

            ...w i l l  a w a k e  t  h  e   h   o   p   e

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Hibernation in finnish is talviuni (winter-sleep).

TAIVAAN TYYNY

Ensilumen pyörteillessä,
hyräilen Lennonia, huomaan

Imagine:

tyynysota,
kun taivaan tyyny hajoaa

Miljardit untuvat phuh leijumaan
        ...soo soo! alhaal pian siis vaimenee
        ...siel pehmenee
Nietospeittoon kulmikkuus
        ...verhouu
        ...muodon sulavuus
Aistit, naks ja niks, pakkasrekisteriin päivittää
        ...kas, nyt narskuu
        ...raikastuu hengitys, karaistuu
Hermione...
        ...valois!
        ...ja kaamos kumoutuu

rauha

mm-m-mmmm...
Imagine all the people,
You may say I'm a dreamer,
If we all could live as one  
        ...for to-day-ay je-e-eee



and the magic will survive

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Lausutaan leikittelevästi ja keskustelevasti Kukunorin ja Kalaharin (Lauri Viita) tyyliin. Ensilumi satoi Riihimäellä sunnuntai-iltana 20. marraskuuta. Se tuntuu lumoukselta. Tavoitamme taian - kuten tavallista, ja voimme sitä tutkiakin - vaan emme taikuria. Oi jää! lumi, ensilumi. Jumalten ihana leikki.

ITSENÄISYYSPÄIVÄ (Uusi Idylli)

Muutimme 100 km pohjoiseen 

Maa on ollut valkoinen jo monta viikkoa

Hankimme sähköauton

Se tuli muutama päivä sitten perjantaina 

On itsenäisyyspäivä 
Ajamme kaunista talvimaisemaa: 

päästöttömästi

niin yksinkertaista
runollista

Idylli

isänmaallisuus maapalloistuu 
vuoksi Äiti Maan

INDEPENDENCE DAY (New Idyl)

Moved 100 km northwards 

Ground’s been white for weeks 

Bought an electric car 

The Change Day was on Friday 

Its Independence day

We're driving beautiful winter landscape: 

nonpoluting

So simple,

poetric

Idyll

Patriotism turned globalism, 

pro Mother Earth

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Written on Finland's independence day 6.12.2021 

NOVEMBER (SOS)

How is Your Soul

in a...
           Dampness of a Morning
           Darkness of a Day
           Nothingness of Life

November
            sleepwalking... ...---... ...---...

...on air       
           frost feel in a breath
           whiff of a snow
           popping bursting Crystals

White Veils are Falling!
            White Veils are Falling!

All Clear,
            All Well

momentarily
           moment
           rarely
           relief

           ...---... ...---... ...---... (radiotr. arch. 14.11.19 07:42:11 Grw.t.-2/FI) It seems like a cosmological hole. Darkness, some grayish whirls. Humidity over 100. A wall of rain really, hmph (short laugh); a super november ...we are drifting ...it generates some kind of psycho physical gravity (07:42:37) ...---... ...---...

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IPCC report published september 2019 focused on so-called cryosphere. Climate warming is highest at cold areas of the globe. Appearance of frost, snow and ice is decreasing. November in Finnish is marraskuu (marras = latin mors, in english close to mortify, mortal).