Sarah de Nordwall blog

A pot of Black Death;The Marmite is checked for bombsIn security. The lime green seatingIn the overpriced cafeResists aesthetics But here come locals!Man: in red feather boaWoman: in gold horns. Welcome to IsraelWhere the door to HolinessSwings on its hinges. Sarah de Nordwall March 1st 2010

From the Hakotel*To the wall of separation**Is a distance of about 1 mile. At the Western WallThe Divine Presence never departsAnd Adam himself was created. Here, 9 metres of concreteStagger for 165 KilometresAnd the pain of powerless anguishStops the heart of humanity. There is writing on the wall,This time not emerging from an angel’s handInterpreted…

You come from Vietnam,And you painted my toesWith indefatigable devotion. You didn’t even take a lunch break.I think you’re used to back breaking workAnd you were willing to sacrifice your restFor my relaxation.But you made me think, As I flicked through my copy of George MonbiotAnd assessed the points he made on the urgent need…

There is a moment When we let go of the balloonsThose small and tugging desiresThat we hope will lift us off the groundAnd away from the earthBut are not quite Up to the job. But one dayThe sky so blueWe want to see them colouring the heavensReflecting the Spring sun in the glistening airAnd away…

Jesus, you are so freeFreer than the whole universeFreer than the multiverseThrough which you stroll before morning coffeeAnd in that part of the universeThat births 32 suns a secondYou stretch and yawn and say “Nice work!..I knew you’d like that” and we both smile. Jesus, you are so freeThat you can choose to be boundWithout…

You cannot utter something, Speak or draw it,Unless somewhere in your being You have given your consent;Allowed this now experience to enterAnd come up through the doorway of your soulInto the world of light. But do not get me wrongI don’t say that your conscious mind must know itBut somewhere in the musical menagerie of…

I like you because you make me feel likedI don’t like you because I know youI don’t know youI don’t see you I see only that you like meAnd that I like. I like you because you make me feel pleasingSo I’ll do what it takes to please youWhether I like it or notAnd I…

I must leave youBy the fountainBy the garden’s inner wallI shall close the door behind meSo I cannot hear you call. I look towards the mountainThough the mountain looks so farYou are so much further from meSitting where you are. I must leave youBy the fountainBy the garden’s inner wallI shall close the door behind…

Natalie Nice did not like viceShe ironed all her creases twice. Her smile was wideHer eyes were brightShe knew that she was wholly right. Her voice was sweetHer knife was sharpShe thought she’d like To play the harp. She always had a lot to sayAnd taught the world to work and prayAnd when she knew…