meditations

Poetry, Prose & Philosophy – A Collection of Reflections – by Björn Nikolaï

[ponderponder]

wreckoning

what would it take

to heal all the holy men?

to feel what is real

without fear of its origins?

why should we care

that it’s tears that’s controlling them?

aren’t they the ones

who inflicted their punishment?

how can it be

that there’s still all this suffering?

didn’t we send

all that cash to their government?

hey, holy man, wipe your tears

and stop muttering

you’re helping the needy

but not nearly enough of them

– bjorn nikolai

[ponderponder]

[structure]

i’ve been journaling about life

love, lust and other things

a lifelong journey

is this road to recovery

but sometimes at night

in a state of expansion

when darkness feels light

and the universe dances

i recall what i wrote about

long before birth

that deep within all of us

is heaven on earth

– bjorn nikolai

[ponderponder]

Windows with a View

who’d a knew

that it takes two eyes

shining brightly

working united

to witness the miracle

that life is

by Björn Nikolaï

[ponderponder]

To all the women of our lives, in our lives and through our lives: I swear to goodness you are everything to this world. From everyone, for all of time,

Thank You.

[ponderponder]

Yin

Slowly Shifting

Ever Present

Steadfast

Mighty

Elegant

Women

Worldly

Evident

Holders of the True Intelligence

Caring

Sharing

Eloquent

Keepers of a Sacred Reverance

There is not one

Who,

In one’s chest

Felt not The Love for Women yet

by Björn Nikolaï

[ponderponder]

Forayed

For days now I have been walking around without a head.

Four days now I have been talking about the dead.

Four days now. For days now.

Getting ahead of myself.

by Björn Nikolaï

[ponderponder]

20/20 Vision • [Afterword]

This day marked the death

Of a year now gone by

For many, a year,

Full of tears – gone awry

Full of fear, full of ‘why?’

Full of ‘eye for an eye’

With regrets, full of stress –

The depression (of mind)

•

But at times, there was cheer,

There was light in our lives

In the peace, in the quiet,

Within reach the whole time

It’s then finally we saw,

As our wisdom took flight

That the “thing” we love most

had been strangely close-by...

•

It was not by our side,

On the screen, or outside

Wasn’t cooked in our kitchens,

Nor ordered online

It was something far subtler,

A *tickle* of kinds...

It graced those that Listened,

Had taken the Time

•

In all of that bustle

Of “regular times”

We’d drowned out that whisper

That urged us inside

The True “thing” that matters

– To which we were blind –

Is what Truly binds us:

The Oneness of life

By Björn Nikolaï

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[ponderponder]

She Runs The Universe

Warmth

more than ever

will bind those forever

who cuddled together

in cold winter weather

Birds of a feather

their souls bound forever:

in friendship

as lovers

when one is the other

Those giggles so cosmic

Her grace

and that Softness

Happy Solstice

Earth Mother

soul sisters and brothers

by Björn Nikolaï

[ponderponder]

Sticker Collection.

Meditate. Practice. Yoga. Travel. Breathe. Smile. Laugh. Live. Life. Do. Good. Enjoy. Music. Love. Read. Write. Random. Words.

by Björn Nikolaï

#stickers #personas #posing #emodiment #bullshit #subjectivetruth #randomwords #ponderponder #freestylepoetry

[ponderponder]

The Odd Couple

On paths many had walked

they walked

Past leaves,

then shrubs,

now quacking ducks

A young boy of but two years

Seen here

Tethered to a loving hand

Warmed by his father’s sweet words

Holed up in his cold weather cocooned state

A gentle smile

A tender glance

Grace

Changed had the life of the man with the fully tattooed face

by Björn Nikolaï

[ponderponder]

At times I feel like a Street Poet with visions of Deep Forests, Shallow Rivers and Sleepovers.

Björn Nikolaï

[ponderponder]

A Painter Parks His Car

It only takes a moment.

Moments of madness make moments meaningless.

Meanwhile, Monet just ran out of quarters for the parking meter.

Momentary monetary madness ensues.

by Björn Nikolaï

[ponderponder]

Eternal

It stays,

sways

and sings

when rays take note of it.

It blooms,

bends

and bows

when wind doth blow on it.

Forever strong

and ever green.

For everyone —

The Evergreen.

by Björn Nikolaï

[perrfectly]

[ponderponder]

A tragic trajectory.

[ponderponder]

That Little Workaholic

I express and create and let it go.

I live and laugh and let happen.

I ground myself and float away.

I slumber deeply as to wake.

I rise daily to sit with myself.

I seek and search for what is right in front of me.

Inside my world opens.

Within me is perception.

Pain and hunger prevalent.

Light and love magnificent.

This is living.

This is dying.

It’s time for this Ego to think about retiring.

by Björn Nikolaï

[ponderponder]

Trigger/Happy.

I take offence (because I take offence) which offends my inner sentiment that, in truth, a sentence is a sentence meant to mean (for better or for worse) no more than the letters making words, like loopy lines of cursive writing.

Finger biting becomes likely when a verbal, written (or witnessed) trigger tightens the chest.

Yet, at times, it might be best to take a breath, listen to the silence deep within that really knows what’s best, beckons you to drop the stress and, yes, lay your sense of self to rest.

by Björn Nikolaï

[ponderponder]

Casual Fridays

Overzealous and underhanded (while mixing a cocktail).

My thoughts wail, brimming with the thunder of black veils.

by Björn Nikolaï