Blue Spark

What if there is no other agenda,
than for you to find the real You
If only you could let down,
your guard, your mask, your pretense

What if there is true love to find,
in the divine connection within
Wrapped in shadows,
yet rich in gold and truth

What if you could learn from,
secrets whispered in the dark
Your eyes were meant to see,
more than what is seen without

Can you have trust,
in a darkness glowing, silence loud
Can you take the time
Can you handle the wait

You’re in for a surprise
A surprise of luminous light
It will be a joy of the deeper kind,
which flows from rich wells within

When you give up your former walk
When you stop your reasoning, your talk
When you listen and focus
In this liminal space, you’ll find the Blue Spark

And that is when it all begins…

Old Fart

Hey you
Tired of your show
Words, words, words
Smells like an old fart

Now, tell me what you truly know
About life, pain and joy
You don’t need to set your self apart
To be above bar
Just be who you really are

Then, let’s walk into a life we share
Be with it, and not without
Ready are you now?
Nothing left to show?
Let’s go

Inner Beloved

 

Here you are again
Nothing more to hide
Everything is out there, anyway
I am glad you are here, my friend

It is what it is
You know the truth
Yet,  here you are again
There is still love, my friend

Never truly gone
Not even now, at the end
End of the darkest night
Here you are again, my friend

Ready to be surprised
Ready to be found
Ready to be received
Ready to be healed

This is the day
Yes, this, is, the day
It broke through
You, broke through, my friend

Love is stronger than death
It is here
At the end of the line
Love is here, my friend

Taking a hold of your heart
Healing what ripped you apart
You know pain
You will know, love, my friend…

…and you will be free

Above Clouds

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As I walked into the darkness
I didn’t know my way
I came to this mountain,
considered hiding in its side
Yet, I was in for a peculiar hike
while having this talk with my Self

My feet found a ladder
Up or down, I didn’t know
But step by step I went
After the long, dark hike,
and a last, great climb,
I found a place above the clouds

In a sudden glimpse,
I had this view,
of an endless open space 
There I knew
not only more of me, 
but more of You 

Strangely enough,
it made me feel,
light and free, yes,
and very real

No Dream

As I am wandering
towards the light
I behold it
I circle it
In a daring moment
I step closer to it
I hold it
I embrace it
Now it’s even circling me
I cry, I shout, I scream:
This is not a dream

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Ingen draum

Medan eg går
mot ljoset
betraktar eg det
Eg sirklar rundt det
I eit modig augneblink
trør eg nærare
Eg held det
Eg omfavnar det
No sirkulerar det rundt meg og
eg gret, eg skrik, eg ropar:
Dette er ikkje ein draum

What is a Poem?

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I have been thinking about this question, what is a poem? We all know of course that there is not only one type of poem, but many, depending on the poet’s taste and style. I have realized that writing poems has become a spiritual practice and habit of mine, even though inspiration and ideas come and go. That is how it is. Other than that, my poems are unique in the way that I have found them in my own heart. There is also a certain style I have come to develop.

I would say that my poems in general are contemplative poems. With that I mean that they often are short pieces meant to stir a silent, yet heartfelt reaction in the reader. Very often they are quite personal, yet I also try to make them universal enough and open, so they may carry meaning for someone else as well. I guess, one of the reasons to write poems, yet not the main reason, is the hope that what carried meaning and hope to my heart may become meaningful for another individual too.

In addition to creating an emotional and heartfelt experience I hope my poems can be meaningful on more of a soul level as well. I find inspiration in Jungian ideas and thinking, in particular shadow work. dreams, arcetypes and individuation, so I hope some of my poems carry a deeper message often pointing toward the possibility of growth into wholeness as well.

As I decided after being at a retreat last year, I have not been posting poems or even other texts on this blog too often. I guess in order to get readers you should be posting regularly, yet I have not felt that to be my way. I realize that when I post to get likes or thumbs ups more than just to share what has been very helpful or important to me, the true fire and joy of it all often evaporates. So, I rather continue to post iregularly, if that is what it means being true to my own heart’s inspiration.

I hope, of course, that some of my poems and writing can find other people’s hearts as well, bring them some light and help them recognize their own longing soul. Maybe they can experience an ease of the loneliness on this often dark and lonely road of life toward individuation and wholeness.

A lot of my poems on this blog has been in the English language, even though my mother tongue is Norwegian. I do enjoy writing in my own language as well, particularly in New Norwegian, nynorsk, which is a particular style of Norwegian where the words often sound beautiful and may even at times more poetic. New Norwegian goes well with my particular contemplative style too. I guess I also must really accept the fact that English is not my mother tongue, and I may never reach the level of vocabulary and finesse I could hope for in English. We will see, what the future brings. For now, I hope that the ones that find this blog may find poems and texts that speak not only to minds, but hearts and soul, the deepest level, where we need to be seen and recognized. I also do believe reading a poem can be just as much a spiritual practice as writing it.

I pray that what will grow in our hearts is a trust in life, in Love, in creation and in particular also a trust in and acceptance of ourselves. I know that is very much what I need, and do think this need is quite common among my fellow wanderers. If my contemplative poems can carry a silent message and give you and others a soul felt pause in their day, an important goal for me has been reached. Yet, I will continue to remind myself that I write for and to myself first and foremost, always. For my own good and growth I need to put my heart out in writing poetry, so I can really find my own heart and soul too, and hopefully become a more and more authentic carrier of the soul gifted to me.

Peace and light to you, my friend 🦋

PS! I would love to hear from some of you out there, especially to know more about how you relate to poems, and what poems mean to you. Maybe you write poetry too? Please feel free to share about it here.