Photo: Tibu Borgstén

I´m walking around

with myself -

in heavenly circles.

Round and a round

I go without wings

to fly with

but still in silence

and stillness -

that draws lines 

between me and heaven.

I´m asking why I always seem to 

just go around carrying

some shards of love

in my hands -

without learning the lesions

of it?

And I love the answers 

that keeps falling down 

like the rain - just now.