a quiet expotition.

vik was a very good Thinking Place for me because of how quiet and beautiful it was and i wrote a ton - mostly just icelandic stream of consciousness writings and i will now share a few of those with you just for fun:

icelandic stream of consciousness #1:
the wind softly chills my bones it can not help it   it is trying to be as delicate as it can be   i know because the wind is a Friend to the directionless and that it is all it is here for   to guide

#2
oh those trolls which were so close to shore how they could not quite settle down the sails or if they were to have set the sails a few minutes sooner none of this would have happened but thanks be to the trolls for giving us a beautiful reminder of their life on earth.

#3 (opa)
o to be 33 as he (to me, the boy) always was
i would play along with his jokes and his four pocket knives which he gave me over the years
(where have they all gone to)
(perhaps they were waiting for him in heaven)


i become more comfortable with death in every passing day that i die
no longer bound by time, his story is timeless.

#4
just as i will die tomorrow and will Be again free
to live forever(&)more yes

i am a little church at peace with nature. i am not but i know I Am(,the great)
the Lamb who died and is alive and (& i want us all to understand) wandering through our hearts.

#5
to drain all so i can sleep this silence forever smiles at me that is a large unrealistic hope i do love the mountains but when at the top and steep cliffs abound oh no what have i done to my sense it´s none too present like a blue sky somewhere out there Being but not in the danger zone of trolls and volcanoes. yes i do believe in trolls there were far too many holes and caves stuck up there for just one bird, annoyed who squawked at me but hey that was company albeit eerie to ring in my ears and so much sand in my teeth my eyes are black like i love my dirty make-up so much i will never wash my face again


(here is another quick poem of the same type which i wrote in the west fjords after a nap during a dark (comparitively) day after the final workday)
#6
so sleepy we all take to the bed and watch our dreams in slow motion before sudden movements shake the mountains and the wind screams in our ears i am so sick of his alarm clock i will have infinite nightmares with that same ring going on repeat (snooze) oh and it´s back again.
it shouldn´t always feel like 4 in the afternoon how will my brain ever know when to shut off why it´s 3am and it is finally dark why it is 5am and i thought i was late for breakfast will i ever figure this island out