Unlearn

Sunlight through my windows on grey wall. By Sunniva Strauman.

unlearn
what you thought was right and true
what is truth
what’s the use
of making all this noise

become the silent voice
the silent void
is Truth
in its essence
it is all one, presence
there is no eye
in the apple

does this mean we can’t be
does this mean we can’t be that family
we so wanted to be

have you realised
that what you asked of me
from the beginning
was to let go
of you, and that us
we had created in our minds
to let go of our attachment, our fear
in order to fully trust

maybe someday
when lessons are learnt
challenges conquered
all we are left with is the loving source
of what we had and still have and can still have or could have had, depends
on God’s will
it will or would have when and if it will
if there is even anything to ‘have’

I feel the call
I leave it all
up to the heavens
as I ground my being
inbetween, in the middle
into stillness

into my calling
stripping it down
layer by layer
leaf by leaf
petal by petal

this human you are so human
I take you down from the pedestal
I made for you
with my tears
out of love, but out of fear
of not being enough

for you to sit on your throne
and decide for me with your index finger
because I was lost or I thought I was
you did as I pleased

my little strands of hair
weaved into the image
of lack

you felt like gold
bitter cold sweet
drops of heaven
too precious for me to hold
and cherish
I could not

hold your burning flesh
with my tender skin
felt like hell’s burden was my karma

you are no longer here
yet you are
always
here
we are
so free
you and me
are not
who we thought

but who we feel
as presence, essence
of oneness
no loneliness
no helplessness
no hopelessness
only grace

amaze me
with your wild calm
patience

– Solstrauman

Sumarleg skjørleik

Come for me, حياتي,

when summer comes – devour, in our love
embrace the change that lies ahead
when the moment of butterflies has come
long for me
as I longed for you

when the motherly summer spirits slowly arise
after winter, and the prosperous garden forest on our island is paradise
on earth, when the fatherly peace is present
wait for me
as I waited for you

when summer signs start to appear, one after another
so fragile, yet so full of POWER, is your conviction; time has come
when the sudden glimpse of epiphany,
cuts through your wounded eyes
cuts you like lightning ice, melting honey lava

I’ll be here
I’ll be here
in our house
in our home
sleep walking, ravenous
covered in healing blood
screaming sacred tears of joy
in ruptured silence
in waiting for what is to come (for me)
patiently, patient

when summertime is playing – wildly – around the corner
and sun has greeted you
her warm, vulnerable welcome with a cold heart, lacerated
deep red, abrasions

you’ll find me in our wedding bed
dressed in white
flowers

sleeping, snow white

don’t wait/ come for me, (don’t) come:for-t me,
yesterday,

I did not wake up.

blown away by light
by the wind, white, passing by
our rose+lily window

.

Photos by Sunniva Strauman.

– Sólstrauman