HØST I OSLO
Svak summing bryter veggen av tykk, høstlig innpakning. Bakenfor fukt og forurensning, ligger hjem til tusenvis. Hun har stablet dem i høyder og bredder. På rekker og på rader. Smigrende er hun, på dager hvor hennes grønne lunger ligger badet i sol. Dager hvor tomrom fylles av vin, mennesker og kvitring fra småfugler. Fra storbyens gatehjørner spilles musikk fra slitte høyttalere. Hun ber sine beboere opp til dans, kanskje sommerens aller siste. Klaprende hæler. Glass knuses. Det glitrer mot den svarte asfalten.
For hver dag som går, står sola litt lavere på himmelen. Glassbitene avvæpnes, mister sine skarpe kanter og glitrer ikke lengre i lyset. De formes til små, runde sandkorn i møte med tunge bildekk og harde såler. Løvet faller. Fargene falmer. De blir alle til ingredienser i den mørke, tykke grøten som legger seg på bakken. Den som fryser til under første frostnatt, og lager skøytebane gjennom gatene.
Tiden skal stå stille. Og tiden skal gå fort. Vi skal pakke oss inn i ull og dun, trekke hettene over hodet og flakke med blikket mot fargeløse fasader. Rytmene som vandrer gjennom byen er det ikke lengre noen lytter til. Ikke før til neste sommer.
Oslo, september 2024
By Linéa Maria.
Oslo, september 2024.
EARTH
Close your eyes. Find your breath. Bring it all the way into your belly. Into the centre of your body. See yourself as a big stone, laying steady on the ground.
On some days, the rain falls hard. It hits you with its cold drops, trying to get in. But you are solid. You are calm. The cold can't reach you. The flowing water can't move you.
You are grounded.
You have days when the sun act like flames on your skin. Its energy is strong, its size so big. You can feel the heat, but it can't burn you.
You are protected.
From time to time, the wind blows wild. Whistling and screaming out loud. Lifting things up, throwing them away. It makes chaos, but it can't push you around.
You are steady.
When day turns into night, you see yourself in a different light. Questions rises, about faith and belief. You search inside your body and mind. The mystics can bring you far away. Sometimes to bliss. Sometimes to the feeling of being lost. But connected to the earth,
you are safe.
By Linéa Maria,
2018.
THE REAL HER
A flame.
Bright, playful.
Shining, sparkling.
Sparkles of life. Of magic of her.
The real her.
She dances. Into the day. Into every moment.
Like a flower it grows inside of her, the joy. Nurish her with its juice. Fills her eyes with colors.
She is high. High on life.
Light feets. She flies.
No space for fear, is that what she think?
Embracing the new world she have just invited in.
But from somewhere. From nowhere. So comes a gust. The door she tried to shut, was still unlocked. Back comes the dark stripe.
A shadow she know. Big, dark and cold.
She used to hide, imagine she could fly.
But today she is out in the open.
Fight, or surrender?
She search for her strength, that suddenly is gone. The darkness start flowing. To every muscle, every bone.
The cold creeps quick, it reaches her eyes. Her lips can't move, it takes over her mind.
Frozen.
A gust from the reality,
that is not real. Feelings on the inside,
they are not really her.
But without even knowing, she have given them life. Chaos is created inside.
Standing on the outside, looking in.
She is gone.
She is gone,
again.
A flame.
Bright, playful.
Shining, sparkling.
Sparkles of life. Of magic of her.
The real her.
She dances. Into the day. Into every moment. She is stronger. Have learned to stay in a good place, for much, much longer.
Present on the inside, looking out.
She is back.
She is back,
again.
By Linéa Maria,
2019.