
She shared untold, secret stories,
in where I could cross borders
I could become and belong
Weak or strong, didn’t matter
All kinds of berries I could gather
This was the fairest tale,
my walk of life in the latter song

She shared untold, secret stories,
in where I could cross borders
I could become and belong
Weak or strong, didn’t matter
All kinds of berries I could gather
This was the fairest tale,
my walk of life in the latter song

Narrow my window had become
I could barely breathe,
barely live in this or their temple
Then they closed it, window shut
I fell, I was lost
Trapped in the kingdom,
of the desperate and dying
What had been a small light,
now gone
I was nobody’s son
Soon lost at sea
Searching wherever
Seemed like I’d never
find new land
Monsters in the deep,
dragons in the sky
Fire burning,
a salamander’s torch
So thirsty
That’s when I saw the flicker,
from a distant lamp
Oil kept it going,
until my hand held the light
I suddenly saw all its might
It created a terrible fright
I would have to fight,
a wrestling for my life,
my own soul
The angel from the deep,
entered upon the land
Was it also a woman, was it man?
I couldn’t know
Yet the angel’s sword
bruised me in the dark
The wound bled red
I cried into the Silence,
and fell to my knees
It was a new beginning,
there on my knees
The red, bleeding wound
received a silent balm
I sensed fresh air, I could breathe
I saw a window open,
then all windows gone
My breathing got deep,
and I drank from a rich well
Everything opened
Oh day of glory,
when I could leave behind,
the barren land of agony
The principals were taken
When I woke up, like from a dream,
I was standing on my feet
Made new,
in the image of One,
I had now become
I sensed freedom
New adventures awaited
I was made for living after all
I sensed another call
Photo of Alnes in Norway: Punam Kumari

I used to know everything
Now I don’t know any thing
I used to brag about this and that,
now I’m done with the fat clown
Until this day,
I’ve been lost in a darkness
I dared not admit
I wanted to live in a blaze of glory —
now I prefer the silence,
the creation,
through attentive listening
Unconvinced now of my rightness,
still thirsting for truth —
is what I know
Photo: Tove Hubak Fleischer
Got som help from ChatGPT just to structure the poem into stanzas and for some punctuation

I sensed a sudden shift
I felt uplifted
And I was
My eyes still shut close
I felt a warm breeze
I sensed tears filling up,
behind the eyes’ curtains
I lifted my hands,
my body still resting on knees
I heard myself saying,
no please, no please
I felt a blow to my stomach,
and breathed out one full breath
I felt strange pain
Felt lifted again, yet heavy
No please, no please,
I heard myself plead
It wasn’t me,
but something else
Eyelids now cracked open,
waves of tears flowing
Out of my control
Again I suffered another heavy blow
Yet, soon pain was lifted
Crying turned to sobbing
Steps, almost too silent to hear
A breeze again, warm
I wasn’t alone in the garden
The breeze passed me
Abruptly, I stood up
Calling the visitor back
My feet now above the ground
A presence felt all around
A warmth, comforting
Soft tears, transformed
Again, a weight pushed me to my knees
A deep knocking
My hand on my chest
A vision of veins and deep red
What had me uplifted,
now sensed within
My lips curved upwards
I whispered,
it wasn’t me,
this, wasn’t me
Yet, it, was there,
within
I lingered, silent,
there, on my knees

Celebrate the life we are living
Celebrate the light we are seeing
Celebrate hope in the land
Celebrate every woman, every man
Celebrate mankind
Grieve the pain we are receiving
Grieve the killing of innocents
Grieve the fearful, power-hungry leaders
Grieve the hate and violence around
Grieve mankind
We need to look reality into its eyes
There is celebration, yet also grieving
No use in shutting your eyes
The pain cuts deep like deepest waters
So hope may rise like the morning sun
So, walk with the joyful
Stay, with the mourning ones
Embrace, the fatherless children
Forgive, the men who lost their way
We celebrate again, the gift of life
We grieve the terror and tragedy
We forgive ourselves for our darkness
Love will endure
Love is our hope
Please,
open your heart

I have been writing a lot of poetry lately, being in this really creative phase. Yet, I do think the world can’t heal from poetry alone, our suffering world needs hands and feet too. Partly, because a lot of people don’t read or enjoy poetry, and partly because there is no healthy contemplation without action too.
My blog is not political and divisive, but it hopes to be contemplative, unifying and inspiring. Inspiration for more contemplation, but also for a lot more action for the good and healing of this world. My attitude is that we know very little about an eternity after death, and what really counts is our living right now. So, let’s make our living true and worthwhile. With that I mean, a life without love for your neighbor, and even your “enemy” or stranger is not a real life, or not real, worthwhile living.
Watching the news it seems a lot of today’s leaders think the enemy is outside. There is a lot of terrifying projections going on. If only more and more people, and in particular people in high office, could realize that their real enemies are themselves, their own egos or false selves! Loving your enemy means really you need to start loving yourself deeply, facing your own enmity towards your own true light and even your own darkness.
When I say the world needs hands (and feet) I mean the world needs good deeds and action for the common good and for the ending of wars. The right and left blaming each other will not bring this about. Only a hard look into our own individual hearts will really be of help. First then when we face the “devil”, “sin” and shadow within us and when we integrate and grow into wholeness individually, can we also change and help the world.
The call for hands is not just a call for individual change, but also for structural changes in our world. We need to break the unhealthy structures that are not very helpful to us in general, no matter how much income they generate for the few and the elite. And by the way, the real elite, is the people waking up, and get on with the job healing their inner life so they can become healers to the world they live in.
Do you understand the message? Do you hear the call? Will the world be finding healing and help by your hands? World healing and actually a world individuation must start with us, and it starts with each and everyone’s integration, healthy selflove, and responsible action. Let’s keep becoming mystics, keep growing in self acceptance, integration and selflove – so this love can flow from within to the outside in desperate need for real and love inspired action. Right meditation does not end in non-action, but true contemplation and divine infusion can only lead to love for you neighbor, love for your sleeping enemy and love for the world gifted to us.
Finally, the “easy” keys are, you must grow in love and self acceptance, in order for us, the world at large, to grow and find peace. I believe in true world peace, but a lot need to balance itself out. The world today is in a very reactive and projected state. We need to integrate, find the balance and the union within, only then can we see how we can go about doing the right things in the world, a world deeply reactive and out of balance. I think Jung would have agreed that the world needs individuation too, integration and balance. But it must start with us, you and me, and the leaders of today. Please take a step, do you part!
Peace!
PS! I would love hearing from the readers how you go about living your life in ways that heal suffering and benefit the world for us all today. Please share. Start the talk, it may bring about the walk!


Du har den i deg
En barføtt danser
Med føtter som hopper
Armer som veiver
Fra topp til tå i bevegelse
En barføtt danser som bare må
Med og uten fast rytme
Kropp i full rotasjon
Kre-a-tivi-tet
En trang velter frem
til å leve DEG fullt ut
Barføtt vil han danse deg hjem
Han er der inne
I ditt indre vesen
I all sin ånd og kraft
Barføtt, glad og fri,
frir han nå til deg, og spør:
–Vil du danse? Barføtt? Nå?

You’re in a time of flowers
A time rich in colours
You have drunk from the divine well
The roots linger in the water
You’re in a time of red horizon
A time of deep fullness
You have found truth in sources of wisdom
The longing keeps you humble
You’re in a time of green fields
A time of sharing in community
You have found rest in the dark woods
The grounded listening will heal the world

Now I want to hide
To find refuge within
Away from words and ideas
Away from creed and certainty
I am even tired of myself
Too much out there
Not enough in here
Help me, because I have sinned
I chose image over truth
Now having seen my image,
I find I am done
I am coming home
Into myself, a place,
not crowded by words and deeds
Yet, a wide, deep, open space of You
Let me hide here, until,
You, are all there is