Hørbylunde
Spring at the foot of a wooded hill Silkeborg, Denmark
See location here: Coordinates 56°06'40.2"N 9°26'00.1"E
Hørbylunde is a part of a 1070 km2 large and varied ice age plateau, shaped by ice and meltwater in the middle of Jylland. It is a hilly area with gorges on the steep valley sides, woods, small streams, lakes and meadows in between agriculture aerials.
Unlike most other springs in this area that seep out of the beech-covered hills, this small spring burst from the ground with clear water. It lies in a horseshoe-shaped damp lowering in the wood at the foot of the hill, cowered with moss, fallen leaves and moisture loving plants. It is located 40 minutes’ walk from my home and I only recently discovered it. For the útesita my feet just brought me to this magical place.
Útesita
Important notes:
flickering silver veil hangs in the lattice ornaments of the twigs
moonlight from a moon hidden behind clouds
legal randomness shapes the presence and pattern of the trees and plants in relation to each other
the feeling of being included, received, a part of, safe, home
the gentleness of this place and the contrast to the words whispered by the spring as an answer to my question: “I ask of you to share with me the gift of any message that I could share with others”
separation
(and fading in the dark)
is wrong
The overthrown tree still alive with the branches ascending, a rowan, my backrest for the night
Water
water in the air, in the earth, in the moss
the trees
my body
sinks down
lifted up
So tired, cold – wed
Everyone here can withstand the cold, the water, the moisture is life
The dream:
This kind of dream. The space between sleep and awake. The kind of dream where you are in the same place as you were when you were awake, but there is a transparent shell into the woken reality. You are kind of both places.
Finally, I see the moon
but in north
Surrounded by stars – an entourage
on a dark purple sky, threatening beautiful
brightly luminous moon
coming closer
becomes the headlight of a tractor
A convoy of block warblers filled with trunks, pulled by tractors with glowing eyes passing by us; the spring, the rowan, the moss, the snails, this damp lowering in the wooden landscape. Passes by in a different layer than ours.
One tractor enters our horseshoe-shaped damp lowering. It has no block warblers but instead a front shovel. It is a farmer driving. He doesn’t know that he is harming something. He just wants to clean up, level out.
I try to call him, but he can’t hear me, he is at another layer than me. I jump up and try to push the tractor out of this sphere, trying to protect the spring and this lowering and I realize this is not here, this is not now. This is another layer a dream an answer to my request to the spring to this place
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Kaldende lydløst
søger
som krusninger bag bevidstheden
Adskilte
Haster
i laptops
biler
regneark
Søger under huden
blinde
længsler
umættelige
uforløste i dissekeret viden
tættere, tættere på
Dna
Kvantemekanik
Vaccine
Cyberspace
Magt over tingene
men glemt
i skovbunden
i mosset
i de første cyanobakterier
Knivskarpe kirurgiske snit uden smerte
Adskillelse
fra kilden
kroppenes floder og vindens øjne i munden
stenenes væsen
fotosyntesens grønne i pupillerne
i lungerne
Det vibrerende
livet fra døden
natten
Knivskarpt har vi skåret
Separation
Calling silently
searching
as ripples behind the consciousness
Separated
Urgent
in laptops
cars
spreadsheet
Searching under the skin
blind
longings
insatiable
unredeemed in dissected knowledge
closer, closer to
Dna
Quantum mechanics
Vaccine
Cyberspace
Power over things
but forgotten
in the forest floor
in the moss
in the first cyanobacteria
Razor sharp surgical incisions without pain
Separation
from the source
the rivers of the bodies and the eyes of the wind in the mouth
the essence of the stones
the green of the photosynthesis in the pupils
in the lungs
The vibrant
life from death
the night
Razor sharp we have cut