Sweet thing, I adore you

I move in mountain mist
among the cool lakes
and my calm

These tough lands
and these cruel hearts
became my nation and people

The wilderness is glorious
it continually refines its essence
carve itself through millenials

We are its passive servants
loving her cruelty
her passion and love

These forces that moves in us
these contradictions
this lawlessness and hate

This wealth of our minds
these struggles we have
and our overcoming

Give it to me raw
let me taste your bitter tears
continue on – for nothing at all

Peace and reconciliation – How?
only to accept our Mothers blows
and her strange submissiveness

Father: a distant beast
child: up to no good
never to accept things as they are

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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