Time

 

For people to maintain our common sense,

we must acknowledge the continuity

from those that died a long time ago to those not yet born.

A time dimension necessary for all spiritual life. 1

 

Solving today’s problems,

can’t be done without providing sustainable solutions.

 

We need to know if there’s a future.

 

How are we supposed to accept migrants,

when our own people are unemployed?

Can we say no to the poor desperate, escaping death?

We can’t.

 

I doubt that anyone could stand on the shore,

greeting a ship with migrants,

saying, ‘sorry folks, we can’t let you in.’

While knowing that the ship, with people, will sink.

 

Our main problem today,

is the lack of real decisions for the future

while migrants are drowning boat after boat in the seas.

 

There’s no time line.

There’s no time.

 

Until Friday!

 

 

  1. ’För att människor ska kunna behålla sitt sunda förnuft måste de erkänna en kontinuitet mellan dem som för sedan länge dött och dem som ännu inte fötts. De rikare samhällena fråntas i allt större omfattning en tidsdimension som är nödvändig för allt andligt liv.’ Arundhati Roy, The Algebra of Infinite Justice. Translated into Swedish, Ordfront Stockholm 2003.
    Free translation from Swedish by blog author.

 

 

 

The Thirsty People

 

‘Un reroute the rivers

Let the dammed water be

There’s some people down the way that’s thirsty

Let the liquid spirit free

 

The people are thirsty

Cause of man’s unnatural hand

Watch what happens when the people catch wind

When the water hits the banks of that hard dry land’

 

Lyrics from a great song by Gregory Porter.

Steam rising to the skies, falling down like rain,

Onto hard dried deforested land.

 

Until Friday!

 

 

 

Haiku

 

one day at a time

a thief in a library

practicing patience

 

 

What is a thief doing in a library? Hem is reading a book.

Why is a thief stealing things? Hem has no money.

Why doesn’t hem have money? Hem has no job.

Why doesn’t hem have a job? Hem has no education.

Why isn’t hem at school? Hem has no money.

What is a thief doing in a library?

 

A haiku about human conditions.

And how taking a little bit of time, asking Why?

Changes prejudice.

 

Until Friday!

 

 

 

Hello!

 

My name is Mikael Zych

I’m a bohemian with a Fine Arts Degree in Photography,

a surfer, runner and a poet

A soul with a spirit

 

This is my blog.