Considering the community as if it were a body, which aspect/body part am I?
My main skills are being a teachter/writer, symbolised by the mouth.
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Óss er algingautrok ásgarðs jöfurr,
ok valhallar vísi.
Jupiter oddviti.
(Óss is aged Gautr
and prince of Ásgardr
and lord of Vallhalla)
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speaking as a prophet
of the doom that comes
winter is coming
fimbulwinter
twilight of the gods
the dark is rising
who will listen
please wake up
heed my words
beware of the jujub bird
and shun the frumious bandersnatch
where is the hero
when we need him
is there still hope
for us all
this story has been told
again and again
when will we learn
do we have to repeat
the age old drama
again and again
fimbulwinter is coming
will we humans survive
gaia is complaining
to the other gods
the weight of humanity
is too much upon me
they plunder
and pillage
desecrate
my body
let there be
flood and fire
war and famine
cleanse the earth
of this terrible cancer
called humanity
will nothing be spared
maybe a few
to start all over again
and again and again
times after times
repeating this story
till gaia dies
will there be other stories
on other planets
have they been through
this story before
what destroyed
the canals of mars
is there a god
who cares
will god reset
the universe
again and again
this is samsara
wheel of endless repetition
is there any release
becoming a monk
retreating from world
is not my path
so i stay in the world
playing my role
as good as i can
standing up
against the gathering dark
even as the tides
are against me
is this not my wyrd
is there any other option
the game has to be played
to the very end
no happy ending
guaranteed
i do not know
i do not know
i do not know
but i have been called
to play this piece
so i respond
to this call
to action
looking for others
on this same path
do i have anything
in common
with the followers
of the White Christ
some part of me
was brought up this way
but the blood of the ancestors
tell another story
the will of heaven
striving for
a humane society
no place for those
who flee from the world
not for me the path
of the wise man
in the woods
or the nun
in her cell
but to wander
over the earth
looking
searching
questing
a voice
in the desert
the white crane calls
its young answers
I have a cup
to share
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i am also a shapeshifter
changer of form
i have different seemings
i am a trickster
so i can fool the world
i am an opener of the gate
an open road creates freedom
the road not taken
makes all the difference
you never know
where it ends
only heaven and earth knows
Zinnig Noord – Storytelling 13 december @ Tolhuistuin: het Grote Verhaal
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