Something Calls Me

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Something calls me to listen to some music and sit down and write. Something I do not know what is, or the depth of it. As I was taking a relaxing stretch on the floor an inner voice spoke clearly to me, get up and start writing. Start writing, start writing.

I sense this great urge, this power, this presence, this energy, this almost painful drive, to keep the creativity coming.

And I don’t know what is coming. Do I have to? No, I don’t think so. Now it is all about trust, a deep trust in life, a calling, and the presence flowing from within. This is what makes me feel very alive in this moment, this small, yet for me, significant moment of eternity.

I do not need to know it all, do not need to separate black from white, since the truth is in neither. That is what has come to me lately. What is truth? Is it black, white, conservative, progressive or whatever. And I say again, it is neither. The truth lies at another level, not separate, yet still beyond.

I sense I have found, or been found, by something profound. There is a deep process, a deep change going on. So that is why I was called to sit down and write. I cannot rest without it. And God knows, I do need rest, I do need to sleep also, because this soulful process is very impactful and takes it toll.

Still, I am not going to deep underground, I am also not rising above to celestial realms, but this “divine” wisdom is being imparted to me. I do not now know its form, I do not know where it leads. I only know and trust in the goodness of it.

Or maybe it is even beyond the category good or love, is it something all encompassing, a new totality? A new, great window to look through, a new inspiration to live by and from. Thank you, thank you, it makes me thankful. And I do believe thankfulness is a good thing. In the midst of everything, the darkness and the light, there is a way of thankfulness. So, thank you!

Okay, that’s it, it may stop here, or it may go on from here. What is the beginning, what is the end? I do not know. I only know I am curious, eager to find out, excited to be alive. It is a resurrection of the new, a revelation is coming. That I sense, that I know. And, I will let you in on a secret, it is not from me, or not even for me, alone, it is for the world to see and know. It is for you, you, they, us, we and myself. It is something to be shared.

I am closing my eyes. At times they feel tired. And my body aches. Like this is a bit too much. Am I going crazy? I sense the answer is no, and I am encouraged not to fear. This is all a gift. I am being made ready. A change is coming.

I take another deep breath. The music is singing in my ears, the rhythm is strong and felt. Something is stirring. Am I crazy, am I a fool? No, an inner voice tells me. You’re just in the waiting for transcendence. Transcendence? What is that?

It is like something has been in the preparation for a long time, it is like the dawn is about to break. A new light will reveal itself. It is not me, it is not you, but we will know it. We will know it, learn from it, love it, and be loved.

Be loved? Earlier I said this could even be beyond the usual categories of black, white, love, fear, yet maybe a bottom or a ground here still, is love. Since what can be greater than love? Maybe it is just that this love is beyond my imagination, it is stronger, greater, wider than my heart can see, be, give or share. Because, this is not me, it is not you. Yet, it is for us!

For us? Wow, how can it be for us? The song I am listening to just mentioned perfume. What a magnificent word, per-fume? A fume of what? A fume of the greatest love? I do not know, I do not know, but I open myself to it, this scent.

Please, help me, to go where I am supposed to, do what I am meant to do. My life is just a glimpse anyway, so I would like this glimpse not to be great, but to be well spent. Yes, not great, but beyond what we think we know. Oh, the world is hungry. Yes, so tired, and hungry.

You say, you are with me. I reply, and I am with You. This I know.

Table’s Hall

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Sitting at the round table
Sharing poems, stories and dreams
In the moment,
faces and smiles ablaze

Around this table together
Leaning into each other
Listening deeply,
joy and laughter flowing

Hearts speaking, souls sharing
Living a dream,
yet this presence, is real
Amazement, excitement to feel

Salamanders burning
Table’s now turning
Releasing deepest yearning
Oh, lives untold, glory to behold

Tales of revelation
We are here to be known
Dancing freely now,
around a luminous table of tables

Wild and alive we are
Ready for another journey
Later we’ll sit down to tell our tales
Now, on hearing the call,
Let’s leave this old table’s hall

 

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?

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.

Dreamwork

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In the last few years, I have become more conscious of my dreams. As a result, I have also been interested in what dreams can teach us and what they have to tell us. The perspective I have sought to learn more about in dream interpretation is the Jungian understanding. This insight is part of the legacy of the psychoanalyst Carl Jung and is explained and expanded upon by other Jungians as part of the effort to make this understanding accessible to those who might be interested.

We sleep through a large portion of our lives, around a third of the time each day. Altogether, this adds up to many years of our lives. When we sleep, our brain and soul work through our thoughts and emotions, and we are also in touch with the unconscious parts and aspects of ourselves. In our daily lives, we appear as people with more or less clear identities, but much of ourselves is, at the deepest level, foreign to others, and indeed even more so to ourselves! This is why understanding dreams and doing dreamwork become essential.

Our dreams are pathways into what we do not know and are not conscious of. We may have feelings and reactions in our daily lives that we wonder about and do not understand. Although there is a limit to how much time we should spend interpreting our dreams, I believe that ignoring them would be a great loss. Therefore, spending some of our waking time reflecting on and pondering our dreams could be very beneficial and help us achieve greater self-awareness and self-understanding, thus contributing to our growth toward becoming more whole individuals.

I do not think that choosing the “path of dreams” and devoting time to what dreams want to tell us is an easy road. But it can be an important path and a significant tool, especially in certain phases and parts of our lives. When we encounter walls and barriers for which we cannot see a way around, dreams can indeed be part of the guides. But again, this is no simple art, and being convinced that one has found the absolute correct interpretation can also lead us astray.

Currently, I am part of a discussion group where we are going through a book in the Jungian tradition, Inner Work, by Robert A. Johnson. The book covers many of the fundamentals that are helpful to know about dreams, and how one can continue working with dreams even in waking life, to find nourishment for both thoughts and, perhaps more importantly, the soul—something that meets the deeper longings and questions in our soul’s depths and can help find the nourishment that dreams can also bring to our lives. So, if you are interested, this book could be a good place to start learning more.

Finding someone to discuss the topic with, preferably someone with more knowledge and experience in the field, can also be very helpful. Many would say that interpreting one’s own dreams is not an easy task and can be more fruitful when done in collaboration with a therapist or someone with insight into this area. This can help in asking the right questions and contribute to the wondering about what various dreams might be telling us about the unconscious aspects within us that we have not yet grasped in our daily lives but that nonetheless live within and influence us.

Finally, I would like to say that this is also fascinating. There is much we do not know about ourselves and the unconscious we carry with us. Again, this should not lead us too far astray into endless and unbalanced self-gazing, but be something we can spend some time on, especially in particularly challenging or significant periods of our lives.

Did this text make you more curious about the significance of dreams? Maybe you are already an experienced dream interpreter? Either way, if you are interested in this topic, feel free to share your thoughts in the comments. Peace!

Please note: This text above has been translated from the original Norwegian text which I have published below for my Norwegian readers. Most of my writing here on the blog is in English and therefore I also write the English texts myself without AI as help, but this time I took the easy road and asked ChatGPT to do the translation for me 🙂

(Extra note: If you are interested in learning more about Carl Jung and also dreams, you could also check out different groups on Facebook. Personally I would recommend a group on Facebook called “Carl Jung and the Creative Bridge”: https://www.facebook.com/groups/creativebridge This group has many members, but has been made private at the moment. You can easily become a member there, if you want to check it out.

Norwegian text follows here:

De siste få årene har jeg vært mer bevisst mine drømmer. Og derfor også vært opptatt av hva drømmene har å fortelle oss, og lære oss. Det perspektivet jeg har søkt å lære mer om i drømmetydningen har vært den jungianske forståelsen. Dette er en innsikt som er en del av arven etter psykoanalytikeren Carl Jung og som forklares og utdypes av andre jungianere, som en del av arbeidet for å tilgjengeliggjøre forståelsen for de som kan være interessert i dette.

Vi sover oss gjennom store deler av livene våre, rundt en tredjedel av tiden i hvert eneste døgn. Til sammen blir dette mange år av våre liv. Når vi sover jobber vår hjerne og sjel med våre tanker og følelser, og er også i kontakt med de ubevisste delene og aspektene av oss selv. I vårt daglig liv fremstår vi som personer med mer eller mindre tydelige identiteter, men mye av oss selv er dypest sett fremmed for andre, og faktisk også enda mer oss selv! Derfor blir det å forstå drømmene og arbeide med drømmene essensielt.

Drømmene våre er veier inn til det vi ikke vet og det vi ikke er bevisst. Kanskje har vi følelser og reaksjoner i det daglige livet vi lever som vi undrer oss over og ikke forstår. Og selv om det går en grense for hvor mye tid vi skal bruke på å tolke våre drømmer, så er det å overse dette, etter mitt skjønn, et stor tap. Så å bruke noe av vår våkne tid til å undre oss og reflektere over drømmer vi har tror jeg kan ha stor nytteverdig og hjelpe oss til både mer selvinnsikt og selvforståelse, og slik bidra til at vi vokser til å bli helere mennesker.

Jeg tror ikke det å velge «drømmens vei» og ofre tid på hva drømmer vil fortelle oss, er en enkel vei. Men det kan være en viktig vei og et viktig verktøy, ikke minst i enkelte faser og deler av vårt liv. Når vi møter murer og vegger vi ikke ser veier rundt, kan nettopp drømmene være deler av veiviserne. Men igjen, dette er ingen enkel kunst, og det å tolke og være overbevisst om at en har funnet den helt rette tolkningen, kan også lede oss feil.

Selv er jeg akkurat nå med i en diskusjonsgruppe hvor vi går gjennom en bok i jungiansk tradisjon, Inner Work, av Robert A. Johnson. Boka tar for seg mye av det grunnleggende som kan være bra å vite om drømmer, og hvordan en kan jobbe videre med drømmene også i våken tilstand, for så å finne mat for både tanker og kanskje ikke minst sjel, noe som møter de dypere lengsler og spørsmålet i sjelsdypet vårt og som kan hjelpe til å finne den næringen som også drømmer kan tilføre våre liv. Så hvis du skulle være interessert kan denne boka også være et sted å begynne for å lære mer.

Også det å finne noen å drøfte temaet sammen med, gjerne noe med mer kunnskap og erfaring om temaet, kan også være til god hjelp. Mange vil si at det å tolke sine egne drømmer er ikke en lett sak, og kan med fordel gjøres i samarbeid med en terapeut eller noen med innsikt i dette. Kanskje for blant annet å stille de gode spørsmålene og bidra i undringen over hva de ulike drømmene kan fortelle oss om det ubevisste i oss, som vi enda ikke har oversikt over i det livet vi lever i det daglige, men som likevel lever i oss og påvirker oss.

Til slutt vil jeg si at dette er også spennende. Det er mye vi ikke vet om oss selv og det ubevisste vi bærer med oss. Og igjen, dette må ikke dra oss for langt av sted og bli en eviglang og ubalansert selvstirring, men være noe vi kan bruke noe tid på, ikke minst i særlige krevende eller viktige perioder i våre liv.

Gjorde denne teksten deg mer nysgjerrig på drømmers betydning? Kanskje du allerede er en erfaren drømmertyder? Uansett, hvis du er interessert i dette temaet, del gjerne noe om dette i kommentarfeltet. Fred!

Chased by her

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She is running after me
with sword in hand
She is aiming for my back
Turning around I see her sword
Now pointing towards my stomach
I try to escape
I don’t want to be struck by her
and her sword
I keep running as fast as I can
I am a man, I am thinking
I must be able to win
I must escape her
Yet she quickens her pace
Now this is truly a race
What if I just give up and surrender
What if I let her strike me
What if blood erupts from the wound
Deep red, deep feeling