devoting my time is my favorite offering, the one thing I can never get back
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devoting my time is my favorite offering, the one thing I can never get back
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Jeg drømte i nat at jeg havde blevet en falk. Med mine vinger havde jeg rørt en sky, et træ og alt det, jeg kalder hjem.
Jeg drømte om min menneskelig stemme, som jeg havde fået af en mand med ræveøjne og fjer i håret. Jeg spurgte Ham ’’Hvordan kan jeg finde dig, hvis jeg ikke kan flyve længere?’’
Jeg drømte i nat om tre ting. Om en dreng vasket i blod, der jagtede mig med sin vrede mund vidt åben. Jeg ønsker at der blomstrede blomster fra den mund i stedet for hans uvenlige ord.
Om Middelhavet og hvordan det omfavnede min sjæl. Havets bølger var lyden af latter og en vanvittig dans.
Om en kvinde, jeg kyssede med lidenskab, med kærlighed. Om hendes grønne øjne, som ikke elskede mig tilbage.
Jeg drømte i nat at en jætte havde ofret sig selv til et bjergs mund. Jeg drømte at en ulv havde dræbt mig foran mit eget hus. Og til sidst fandt jeg Ham, i form af en grib, klar til at æde hjertet ud af min kolde krop.
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I just realized the Norse creation myth simultaneously describes what it feels like to be born and created, and what it feels like to die and decay.
Johan Vilhelm Andersen (January 17, 1892 - 1971) was a Danish painter who briefly studied at the Academy before 1910, but then went abroad to absorb influences from Cubism and Fauvism. His own expression in the 1920s and ‘30s was a colorful Symbolism with literary and mythological references, as witnessed by the canvas above. From the 1950s he began making church art, mostly glass mosaics.
Above: Efter Oehlenschlägers ‘Guldhornene’, 1931 - oil on canvas (Privately owned)
Oehlenschläger, min elskede
Shamelessness,
A Sacrament to Loki.
Loki illustration from 17th century Iceland
Huhu... Let's not look at where his hand is... and more at the inscription below...
Yeah. Sigyn is mentionned!!! :p
I don't know what it means though... Anyone has an idea?
Sometimes pookie is an ancient god traversing time and space, who resides both in heaven and on earth, a god who creates by slipping through open pores of mind and nests in the mouth when he gets tired, a god who speaks the language of breaths taken between two spoken words.
That to love him is “to be consumed by him on a holy pyre, where he devours one's refuse”, one's heart which is pumping his own blood, to give us all what we all strive for - rebirth.