(dedicated to Svenåke Kjellström)
As I grow older and older
I become noticeably more sensitive, defenseless,
skinless
before the world around me,
before injustices, violations, missteps,
callousness:
salmon & eels that perish upstream
in the hydropower plants,
animal experiments,
young people leaving school without joy in reading,
without writing skills
or the wondrous objectivity of mathematics
– and the Beatles video Now & Then
makes the tears run hot down my cheeks
in a naked sensitivity
that with age has grown into a tsunami
of helpless identification,
where I identify myself unconditionally
– without making an intellectual choice –
with mycelia & mosses, forests & lakes,
with fry & fish, macaques & cats,
driving rain & thunderstorms,
the housefly buzzing behind the curtain
– and all honest good will
at the bottom of every human being,
whose body is a breathing hole and a lookout point
And it is an ever higher age
that gives this total identification with the All,
from the word on the tongue
to the cry of the crane far off from Västiträsket,
to the mute outpouring of the supernovas
of the elements
that build material & spiritual worlds,
in my insight
that all places are here, all times now,
and that my body does not end at the skin,
but continues in all directions,
as far as, and farther
than I can imagine,
and that when the number of my years is complete,
I shall go up in smoke,
like the winding sandalwood incense
in a raga,
and my life energy be dispersed,
unfeigned & truthful,
in the endless liturgy of transformation
of the Cosmos,
plain and simple
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2025-10-26 at 09:29
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All Times Now, All Places Here
As I grow older and older
I become noticeably more sensitive, defenseless,
skinless
before the world around me,
before injustices, violations, missteps,
callousness:
salmon & eels that perish upstream
in the hydropower plants,
animal experiments,
young people leaving school without joy in reading,
without writing skills
or the wondrous objectivity of mathematics
– and the Beatles video Now & Then
makes the tears run hot down my cheeks
in a naked sensitivity
that with age has grown into a tsunami
of helpless identification,
where I identify myself unconditionally
– without making an intellectual choice –
with mycelia & mosses, forests & lakes,
with fry & fish, macaques & cats,
driving rain & thunderstorms,
the housefly buzzing behind the curtain
– and all honest good will
at the bottom of every human being,
whose body is a breathing hole and a lookout point
And it is an ever higher age
that gives this total identification with the All,
from the word on the tongue
to the cry of the crane far off from Västiträsket,
to the mute outpouring of the supernovas
of the elements
that build material & spiritual worlds,
in my insight
that all places are here, all times now,
and that my body does not end at the skin,
but continues in all directions,
as far as, and farther
than I can imagine,
and that when the number of my years is complete,
I shall go up in smoke,
like the winding sandalwood incense
in a raga,
and my life energy be dispersed,
unfeigned & truthful,
in the endless liturgy of transformation
of the Cosmos,
plain and simple
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Read 6 times
Written on 2025-10-26 at 09:29
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