[to Kurt Gustavsson, a surprising person]
An extract
is what we are
of the planet / of the cosmos / of ourselves;
something laboured forth, laboured:
an essence:
a path already wrapped
– but in the midst of the sparse flock
of these my words
(like a flickering gang of ravens)
at this stage,
I stand in my bedroom before Anna’s bookcase,
which is covered by a thin green curtain,
once hung
to let me sit zazen
without the motley clutter of so many backs,
and I draw it aside, bare it, look in,
when right before my face,
among the many books on horse-handling, there stands,
entirely unexpectedly,
The Book of Soundings by Göran Sonnevi, which I open and read:
“Everything is at its beginning / Quickly the cosmic architecture grows”
and “We do not know what kind of beings we are”
and the unexpected within the unexpected,
the surprising within the surprising,
makes radiant the moment
of the synchronicity
which Carl Gustav Jung, which Deepak Chopra
speak of
– and the kindness
in this gentle movement
from somewhere within the weave of existence
feels like a smile
from Kuan Yin,
also called Avalokiteshvara
and the Dalai Lama;
who are the three manifestations of the Bodhisattva of Compassion
and I feel life
in this immediate reply
to my newly begun poem
and I go and tell Anna,
who smiles at me
from the moment and the years
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2025-12-05 at 18:07
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From the Moment & the Years
An extract
is what we are
of the planet / of the cosmos / of ourselves;
something laboured forth, laboured:
an essence:
a path already wrapped
– but in the midst of the sparse flock
of these my words
(like a flickering gang of ravens)
at this stage,
I stand in my bedroom before Anna’s bookcase,
which is covered by a thin green curtain,
once hung
to let me sit zazen
without the motley clutter of so many backs,
and I draw it aside, bare it, look in,
when right before my face,
among the many books on horse-handling, there stands,
entirely unexpectedly,
The Book of Soundings by Göran Sonnevi, which I open and read:
“Everything is at its beginning / Quickly the cosmic architecture grows”
and “We do not know what kind of beings we are”
and the unexpected within the unexpected,
the surprising within the surprising,
makes radiant the moment
of the synchronicity
which Carl Gustav Jung, which Deepak Chopra
speak of
– and the kindness
in this gentle movement
from somewhere within the weave of existence
feels like a smile
from Kuan Yin,
also called Avalokiteshvara
and the Dalai Lama;
who are the three manifestations of the Bodhisattva of Compassion
and I feel life
in this immediate reply
to my newly begun poem
and I go and tell Anna,
who smiles at me
from the moment and the years
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Read 67 times
Written on 2025-12-05 at 18:07
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