Travelling through these days of life
Dealing with all, joy, sorrow and strife
Trying to, stay on top
Trying not, to give up
Giving myself, to this
Holding all, then,
surrendering
Letting go,
is freeing up new space
This is not a frantic race,
I can choose my own pace
Don’t need, to put on a show
Now, I know, I know I am,
just a traveller,
walking my road
Through the fire of shadow and light,
even in depths of water,
this is my road
And, my road, is my home
Eg ynskjer eigentleg å vere aleine no
Aleine i mitt eige tempel
Det blei ikkje kyrkjegong på meg
Her kan eg syngje den songen eg sjølv vil
Det spring ut frå mitt eige indre
Ulike klangar blandar seg saman
No er det særleg ein klang av sakn og sorg
Ei smerteleg vise ynskjer å bli bore fram
Eg har ei redsle
Redsla er gamal
Nett like gamal som meg,
er redsla for denne songen
Kva om eg torde å blande inn denne klangen
La denne smertelege visa syngjast ut
Kva ville bli att,
av meg
Der ute med dei andre
Må eg så kunne finne ein plass
Og vere open og ærleg
Utan å krevje eller kravstyrd
Men no ynskjer eg i alle fall å vere aleine
Ein smerteleg solo
Det veltar i meg
No er eg klar
Note: This poem was written in Norwegian nynorsk
Blame it on yourself
Dare to take it, feel it fully
Claim your own grief
It must burn
Oh, the yearning
Become all Salamander
Having walked into it,
now, walk through it
Don’t throw it on any other
Don’t throw it away
Don’t waste what burns so well,
no matter the depth
Guilt and sorrow
No need for quenching now
Release yourself from addiction
Hysteria
Give space, create room and
burn, burn, burn
In the fiery furnace
Like the Salamander,
you will be found,
you will be crowned
Owner of your house
Now you can finally be, because now, you truly are
A Contemplative Life 