Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Sparkling flakes over the dark space

Kristian Lundberg

Four lines from a poem by a collegue and friend from the past came to my mind...


Jag tänker igen på berättelsen om den Gode Fadern 
Han lät pulvrisera sin son, krossade hans lemmar
till finfördelat benmjöl och lät strö ut det som vita
gnistrande flisor över den mörka rymden


I again think of the story about the Good Father
He had his son pulverized, crushed his limbs
to finegrinded bone meal and had it strewn out like white
sparkling flakes over the dark space

"...and place me as one of the atoms at Your lotus feet" (Sri Sri Siksastakam, 5)

1 comment:

  1. "For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn't understand growth, it would look like complete destruction." – Cynthia Ocelli