Mirror work

Mirror work

Discarded energy.
To fix a broken man.
Feeding the ego.
Full corse meals of delusion.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.
The voice inside is so small.
Smothered by love.
Silenced by time.

Yet still she breathes.

Water the garden within.
Keep the mind free from weeds.
Feed the starving child.
Self love is the best source of vitamins.


Talking to the universe: Smile

Talking to the universe: Smile

Hi universe, it is me Soren.

I just wanted to take a moment to reflect on our journey.

Once upon a time, I was very lost.

I hid from my true self…sometimes there are still shadows of those days.

Then we have our little talks.

You remind me to smile, even when I do not feel like doing so.

Not because society deems it to be so, you have taught me to not give a damn opinions of the week minded.

Emotions of the past, present and future they swirl about and sometimes they make it even harder to put that smile on.

Insecurities of the fabricated mind.

judgment of one’s own thoughts.

Temperance has been my enemy and my friend.

Balance sometimes all but impassable to achieve

You have taught me that this is all but human.

Not all days are successful and you have taught me that is perfectly acceptable.

Not all smiles are viable form the outside.

There are days one cannot shine their outer light and instead relies on the internal flame for guidance.

Somedays that vibration gets clouded, when the darkness of the world seeps into my soul and I find myself at your mercy.

These are the days that you come to me, as a friend.

You tell me to smile and I take your words to heart.

Even when my smile does not show and remains hidden to be seen by only that of my own shadow.

-Soren Johnsen

Tainted Earth

Soil of the soul has been poisoned

Not by him, not by her

But my own doing

Neglected, malnourished and abandoned…

Tainted earth removed

Layer by layer

Seed gently planted

Still the soil remains neglected, and malnourished

Cultivated the earth is tilled

Tarnished soil yet again removed

The cycle of rejuvenation continues

Soul grasping for nourishment with dry withered roots

Love, self-love, minus the narcissistic bullshit

Fills the heart with rich healthy soil,

My love… not his, not hers but that of my own

Alive I thrive in the garden of my own creation


Toxic Rose

toxic flower

Inner Beauty

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