I watched the bright bird
fling itself past
before it flew lightly further
In a moment I was there
with the bird in its dance
Jeg så den lyse fuglen
som svingte forbi
før den fløy lett videre
I et øyeblikk var jeg der
med fuglen i dens dans
This poem was originally written in Norwegian. A little help from ChatGPT helped me correct the English wording.
Crossing the bridge
A heart selfishly twisted
Yet equally gifted
Now I know
Need to remember
Yet leave behind
To rise again
Made new
What to be
What to give
From this day on
Oh, Creator of all
To you I pray
To you I call
Lift me up, I fall
Hunger for wisdom
From the darkest den
Full of questions
Curiosity, my friend
Want to be
Want to give
Crossing to live
I hope to write again
I hope this is but an end yet not
the end
I hope to create out of heart
I hope suffering will stir love and teach us we
are one
I hope to leave behind yet remember
I hope to be yet to grow
into wholeness
Jeg trekker pusten
Kjenner etter
Klumpen i magen merkes tydeligere
Den får kontur
Den har armer ut til sidene
Venstre, høyre, og midt i, befinner den seg
Jeg trekker pusten igjen
Tenker
Puster
Søker å gå ned
i det som strekker seg utover, i magen
Lukker øynene
Jeg fortsetter å puste
Gnir hendene i de lukkede øynene
Kjenner etter
Puster
Magen sprenger
-Hva vil du si meg, spør jeg
Pusten går, videre
Dype og lettere åndedrag også
Jeg tar meg i å gjespe flere ganger
Puster
Gjespingen har fuktet øynene
-Du trenger hvile, hvisker magen
Jeg gjesper nok en gang
Hviler hodet og
lukker øynene
-Kan det være så enkelt, jeg undres,
at jeg må puste, hvile, være,
i stedet for alt
det andre
The fire within,
a powerful force
Able to destroy and
to mend
My ego
in fearful tricks,
tries to make it bow
This fiery force
makes my ego go for
a smile
-Hide the fire and
let it go
At least don’t let it show
The fire within,
my truth to live
Is not to be hid,
in fear and
illusion
There to be real,
to act,
in this now
The strength of fire,
a life to be
Not quenched,
by false pretense
May I listen,
hold it gently
In contemplation,
refine it
Then let it flow
A roar of rage within yourself
Explodes and bursts forth like a volcano
All headless and out of control
Takes its toll on others and yourself
All so out of proportions
A shameful thing it is
Breaks you down
It hurts to embrace the clown
This clown is a life you have known
In trying to find love and joy,
you have played this joker
Becoming a character offered mocking
In hiding this great pain within,
you had been cheated of early joy in life
Now when others cheat you of your right,
your anger great and wild, shows its might
Smaller things may get it going,
but now you see it in your knowing
This clown, was sad, longing for love
It drove you far and gone
Finally, you are about to sing a new song
Gifted with knowledge of this anger’s might,
it will help you escape its blow,
when left without your right
Now turn the angry burning upside down and crash it onto the stone
In the cracking of this clown let newfound joy rise from bone
Walking on the surface
of a deeper life within
I cannot find my ground
So where can I stand,
when the ground is gone
I cannot find my home
This is a time of disorder
My deepest Self is in hiding
I had to protect myself,
from the eruption,
that would have broken me
to pieces
My creativity is in the dark
The change has left me no spark
What to do
What to believe
I do not know
Where do I go,
from here
You just felt overwhelmed
Did not know how to cope
or how to survive, this time
You feared the crash,
you feared the burn,
felt the dread for the place of terror
You wondered what to do
To put everything on hold,
or as a wise man said,
to hold everything
That was the choice you practiced
It was not very easy
nor simple at all, yet,
it was what you needed to learn
It was another chance to learn how,
to truly hold everything,
and let go, before you could live anew
Dear Life
Dear Love
Dear Everything
I give myself to you
Please fill my heart
with your renewing Light
I want to see again
I want to find and be found
I breathe in
I breathe out
I wait in this Silence
This is my peace
I was calling out in the wilderness
The sound of my shouts echoed in my bones
-Find me a bridge,
across this deep river
I was restless,
almost breathless
I knew I had to dive, if I wanted to survive
This river, this divide,
was not just something from which I could hide
I felt the water’s might
I went below
That’s where I found what I needed
I had cried out for this bridge across the river
Yet, only my heart and soul, could bridge these worlds
This is what the waters made me know
A Contemplative Life 