The Book of the Dead.

"I live because the mountains do not laugh and the worms do not sing." - Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair.

I was the wood that broke his back,
the crosses upon their necks,
just logs to be burned,
I am the fire that they forget.

Stand in the destruction,
there is only pain and wishing for better,
emptiness is just another death,
just as fullness is a lie.

Nothing is made stronger by burning it,
nothing is better because you have passion for it.
it just looks better to such human eyes.

If I was the wind I would be a tornado,
if I was the sea I would be a tsunami,
If I was really a human being would these words still be with me?

I feel more like someone's keepsake,
a toy, some decor, such a travesty.
I am starting to think value is an illusion, like this life I am living.
Roots mean nothing when everything else is broken.
All the better tomorrows mean nothing, if all you can see is the coming storms.

I could bend like the palm, but sooner or later something will cut me down, and if the mountains do not laugh and the worms do not sing,
should I do either while I pretend this will go away?

My problems are as unmoveable as the roots to this tree.

Sowilo.

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I have eaten the sun, I have taken the cup and thrown it.

I am the flood,
I am the wind that breaks the bough.

This snake has two heads,but one of them is dead.

A dead bird offstage, a child screaming.

I am that which I was before; I was blood, bone and skin.

No vision will awaken it,
nor somber words of help,
no comfort with the cherry blossoms,
for Its beauty is dying here.

And when it is all over, when there is no light and no shadow, nor decisive will left, know that I will be there still.

ソウィロ。

私は太陽を食べ、杯を取って投げ捨てた。

私は洪水、
私は枝を折る風。

この蛇には二つの頭があるが、片方は死んでいる。

舞台裏の死んだ鳥、泣き叫ぶ子供。

私は以前の私だ。私は血と骨と皮膚だった。

どんな幻もそれを目覚めさせることはできない。
陰鬱な助けの言葉も、
桜の花の慰めも。
なぜなら、その美しさはここで死につつあるからだ。

そしてすべてが終わり、光も影も、断固たる意志も残されなくなったとき、私はまだそこにいることを。

I sought peace and quiet like a warrior ready to lay down his sword.
Yet I found no peaceful corner not anywhere in the world.
I looked up high, I looked far below,
all I found was lights and noise.

I couldn't rest on mountains, I didn't sleep near wells,
no quiet by the rivers, nor peace in the forest with its bears.

I went to the cities, this of course was worse, even more lights and sounds with too many people walking around.

I went back to the countryside and sat under a tree, the tree was almost golden with its light and sheen.

I said to it: "You are not for me"
but as I walked away,
the tree of life said;"Come to me."
and that is where I stayed.

I am a tree,
I am firmly grounded,
I witness corruption,
But I can only stand still.

I am a tree,
I bend for nothing,
but you can break me,
and make me something.

I am a tree,
I know the wind,
I've seen life's pain,
I know it's sting.

I am a tree,
I breathe like any,
I know the suffering,
Just like many.

I am a tree,
I've seen too many,
Use my body,
as a means to an end.

I am a tree,
I wish for nothing,
One day I am here,
and the next I will be gone.


“I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.”
— Khalil Gibran