When I am half asleep, either morning or night – Ideas sometimes come streaming faster than I can grab hold of them.
I try to always keep a notebook and pen with me, to make notes and sketches.
Last night I was a bit sick and ended up on the sofa downstairs, gazing at the bright stars while dozing off – when suddenly I was hit by this, my first poem EVER:
All or Nothing
We come from Nothing
- or All
From the twinkling stars and cosmic clouds
- we were born
We are like a bubble in the midst of infinity
And when it burst, we become Nothing
- or All
Og på dansk:
Alt eller Intet
Vi kommer fra Intet
- eller Alt
I lysende stjerner og kosmiske tåger
- blev vi født
Vi er som en boble midt i uendeligheden
Og når den brister bliver vi til Intet
- eller Alt

