12/08/2025
I published another poem today. 🙏🤗
The savorance of consequence.
Som man reder, ligger man.
As you make your bed, so you must lie in it —
so say the Norns at the Well,
fingers damp with the waters of memory,
weaving the linens of your life from flux, fate, and flaks.
Each thread you choose —
a raven’s cry over the pine cones,
a whisper from the wind at dusk,
a sigh carried across the still, vibrant earth.
The weave holds your warmth,
or the frost you’ve allowed in,
and when the night comes,
there is no other bed but this one.
Yet the Norns smile,
for they know:
it all falls into line.
Like runes aligning under the moon,
like the longship’s sail catching the one true wind,
like the crow, the raven, and the suns all meeting
on the edge of the same horizon.
Not by chance,
but by the slow magic
of every tedious choice
you dared to ever make —
to and from your Karmic twin.
Som man reder, ligger man. As you make your bed, so you must lie in it — so say the Norns at the Well, fingers damp with the waters of memory, weaving the linens of your life from flux, fate, and flaks. Each thread you choose — a raven’s cry over the pine cones, a whisper from the wind at dusk...
