moments from the wilderness

Norse poetry from hel

Mike Koontz
Jan 2 · 4 min read

far beyond the river old
deep within
the mountain side, of a northern realm
called hel

hands move
soundless slow
like set inside
a dream obscure,

through
the grass filled
meadows

shimmering
born
of sunrise dew
which
for a moment
drawn out
stubborn

hang, onto
skin and fingers
like finely threaded
droplets
of crystallized
rain
confusingly caught
in
freezing
brisk air

until
this moment

of light and sounds
bursting

from the star, the one
that is the sun

they flare and flappy shine
with enthusiastic
fury,

hellfire warmth
and compassionate hunger
breaking
this worlds
icy hold, like fingers
gnarly

and against
their will,
the diminutive
droplets
now push, release
and
slowly fall
as time again, forward tumbles

they fall
and leave
the home
of tallest grass
and colored flowers
wildly
swaying

lost behind,

pulsing, windy
the trajectory
lead and pull them,
straight towards the ground

with
a splash
of sails

filled with snow
and ice
the ground now shakes and
angry tremble

beneath your feet,
cascades
of rock and soil
and trees of yore
that inches closer

when the serpent crawls

beneath
the sky
and clouds
the shape of black
eyed ravens

music of the day
One thousand burning Arrows by Amon Amarth

I am still enjoying a wonderful and productive offline vacation, but life is this endless waterfall of unbridled inspiration in any given day’s endless little things.

It comes fully packed ( inspiration ) within the beings that inhabit those days, the separate and connected individual moments and all the everyday stuff.

So I had to pop in for a quick post because life inspired me to try and capture the gorgeous real-life art which is on full display right in our very own wildlife place, our garden of trees :).

Be it the black clouds of gathering ravens swirling across our tree top garden crowns, or the ephemeral sunrise that paints each day with similar looking yet completely unique shades of light and colors mixed with interstellar stories from far away travelers.

Inside a hot and naughty passionate kiss and the tunes of metal, the iron we break and mold with the sweat and pain of our muscles courtesy of our own health and fitness journey in the gym. The grandeur of the universe or the complexity of all things living, life inspires us all in every moment and every day.

If we allow ourselves to see that simple fact of life and inspiration is a completely different question, however.

But I certainly do.

And so, I had to pop right back into the stream and show you guys this gorgeous view of our enchanted wildlife garden.

This palace of wild is a meticulously cultivated rewilded garden and it inspires me through the sheer existence of it.

The way the increasing amount of wildflowers bend and wave in the lightness of the summer breeze and the way the wildlife itself claims it in ever greater number and makes it their own home each year.

That growing presence of ever more life is a slice of a life that is endlessly growing more vital and vibrant lush with each season that passes it by.

And as such, through the local wildlife flocking to our garden of trees and the vivid colors, hue and tonality, the range of blue and red, white and green, yellow, red and everything in between, through the endless song of plant and animal life.

I can now happily call this place of ours a proper pagan Eden, ever improving, coherent wilder, yet more balanced and healthy :).

And that is what makes this garden, life itself, this photo, nature, great sex, health, fitness, great passion, music, joy and adventures, the wilderness of life and people and the cozy cold of a world drenched in snow and summer, an endless and wonderful loop of inspiration.

Which part gives birth to what, I do not know, nor do I care because they all inspire each other, they all give life to each other and it is all part of why life is endlessly worth loving and enjoying.

Well, for now, I am going back to my offline vacation :).
But in a few moments of interstellar time you can amongst other things look forward to another article and book of mine.

See you soon world.
And do not forget to pick up all that trash that litters our world, and if you do, why not tell the world about it in #pickitupsunday or #PickThatTrash

a Norse View by Mike Koontz

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From the northern halls of the Vikings home comes this tribe of creative heralds. Writers, poets, photographers, creatives, great thinkers, fitness geeks, and experts. There are no stones and thoughts, and creative adventures left unturned in the pages of Beyond2c.