Turning

Another threshold
Leaving this image
Whatever is to come
You keep walking,
this pathless walk

Tiring show,
leaving a stage,
no more playing this way
Darkened lights,
still within they shine

Stepping down
Stepping back
Sitting down behind it all
An urgent yearning,
another dark burning

No other option
Want to live
Want to give
This again you leave
for another widening circle

Heart beat slows
Blindness grows
Yet in new rest you trust
Only this you must
Scales soon breaking

Light so bright revealed,
through ground cracking
A time for the thirsty soul
Diving all in,
in light air flying, trusting

You return again, all aflame now

Golden Lizards

I may say we need to be present,
to feel alive in creation
Yet, in my blaming of the other,
I miss the target unseen
It is I who hurry, I too go out of my way,
to make everyone’s perfect day

A sudden glimpse reveals the secret, how to just presently be,
the model of life I point to so eagerly

I let the image of you disappear,
swallow my shadow raw
I stretch my ear and lean within
to become a silent, available soil

As I sit in silence, roots drinking from this newfound fountain, I see two golden lizards gracefully circling in a coil of bodies

That’s when, I savor the sweet taste of breathing

Lantern

We are all seekers
Seekers of joy, seekers of truth
From open fields or narrow valleys
All together on our paths of life

Coming from the open fields,
desperate in confusion and bewilderment
Longing for frame and connection
Now in need of ground

Those from narrow valleys,
gasping from suffocation and entanglement
Crying for breath and belonging
Now in need of field

Together we carry this dream,
joy in love, hope in truth
Our outset or paths may differ,
yet the longing flames the same

A wise one searches for unity,
unity in all
A wise one prays for light of boundless form,
to protect us from fall

Yet, are there still steps in wisdom?
Will there be another surprise?
Oh, Luminous Lantern,
If we fall in dark woods, we hope to rise in joy
  

Arrival of Beginning

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

 

Hope

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

Our World Needs Hands

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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!

Barføtt

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?

Restoration

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

Hide

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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

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…