on foot from Vendel Sweden to Odessa Ukraine
Came out of a longing to make a work with the formless.


a walking piece


moving down a forest path
a world opens up
ancestors traces abound
yet few hu_mans stray from asphalt spheres
layers of geological formations
sing our ancient memories
fortified landscape pockmarked by war
ground broken for wealth
soil tilled and tilled until
it reads like a book
sometimes brutal always poetic
tales about how life is made out of life
a song about how forms made out of forms
make new forms
cosmic dance - the eternal juggler
keeps shuffling these atoms

vessel moves fast or slow
signal is constant
these crude senses
built for needs of ancient forms
an echo we carry within - reflected without
beyond body progress seem?
striving for more - ends up having less
sum is constant

explore the physical
relation between body and surrounding
this fleshy capsule as stick for measure
an idea called reality
embodied experience 
sprinkled with signals from senses
marriage of synapses
a fragile fundament for being?
history of mind redefine  world
again and again
as inner experience
remain tainted by vessel
reinforced by language
hard to shake

pattern on map
mirrors in rivers flow
the body as vessel
here - drink your fill
there down that road let it flow
filtering the land through your inside
travelling not with your eyes alone
but with your whole interior
leaving a trail
as a drawing in time
as body becomes pen

the thrill in the thought
being under open sky
soon to realize
focus close at hand
always right here
where you put your next foot down
attention gravitates
to the pendulum of breath
mesmerized by its rhythm
we walk upon this earth
like a hamster
spinning its wheel

moving through unknown lands
awareness persist
being chained to this head
while senses receive
mind process
experience unfolds
outward movement comes to a halt
essence of  journey
is in travel through time?

sit still
and let the world pass by