Again, you are diving,
into the darkness,
of these deep waters
Secrets to be found,
wisdom to be revealed, yes,
even the purpose of your heart
The ground beneath you shaking,
down you fall, now in spell,
no words to tell them all
Takes its time, journey in the dark,
to the place where you find,
your fuller story
Thinking everything is lost,
yet time will clear your sight,
again your face will shine so bright
Travelling through these days of life
Dealing with all, joy, sorrow and strife
Trying to, stay on top
Trying not, to give up
Giving myself, to this
Holding all, then,
surrendering
Letting go,
is freeing up new space
This is not a frantic race,
I can choose my own pace
Don’t need, to put on a show
Now, I know, I know I am,
just a traveller,
walking my road
Through the fire of shadow and light,
even in depths of water,
this is my road
And, my road, is my home
Eg ynskjer eigentleg å vere aleine no
Aleine i mitt eige tempel
Det blei ikkje kyrkjegong på meg
Her kan eg syngje den songen eg sjølv vil
Det spring ut frå mitt eige indre
Ulike klangar blandar seg saman
No er det særleg ein klang av sakn og sorg
Ei smerteleg vise ynskjer å bli bore fram
Eg har ei redsle
Redsla er gamal
Nett like gamal som meg,
er redsla for denne songen
Kva om eg torde å blande inn denne klangen
La denne smertelege visa syngjast ut
Kva ville bli att,
av meg
Der ute med dei andre
Må eg så kunne finne ein plass
Og vere open og ærleg
Utan å krevje eller kravstyrd
Men no ynskjer eg i alle fall å vere aleine
Ein smerteleg solo
Det veltar i meg
No er eg klar
Note: This poem was written in Norwegian nynorsk
Blame it on yourself
Dare to take it, feel it fully
Claim your own grief
It must burn
Oh, the yearning
Become all Salamander
Having walked into it,
now, walk through it
Don’t throw it on any other
Don’t throw it away
Don’t waste what burns so well,
no matter the depth
Guilt and sorrow
No need for quenching now
Release yourself from addiction
Hysteria
Give space, create room and
burn, burn, burn
In the fiery furnace
Like the Salamander,
you will be found,
you will be crowned
Owner of your house
Now you can finally be, because now, you truly are
Kvar dag stig sola opp att,
før ho forsiktig senkar seg sjølv ned att
Ganske utruleg, ja heilt utruleg
Kvar morgon og dag er ny,
før dei avsluttar seg sjølve med kveld og natt
Ganske utruleg, ja heilt utruleg
Kvar einaste ein av oss er fødde som nye skapningar,
før vi gjeng gjennom livet i fellesskap og aleine
Ganske utruleg, ja heilt utruleg
Kva kan ein kalla dette utrulege som skjer
Jo, det kan kallast charis, ifølgje grekarane
Nåde, seier eg
Vi har ikkje krav på nokon ting, du og eg
At du og eg blei til, har vi ikkje noko med
Tenkje på det, kan ein kvar gjerne gjera
Jau, alt er ei forunderleg gåve
Det trur eg vi kan vere saman om, du og eg,
før me seier, god natt
Hold it, my friend
Be your own good friend now
Hold it, please
Stay with it and hold it, within
I know it is painful
I know your despair
You need to hold it right now and here
Drink the cup, my friend
Drink, and
drink again
Just now, rest assured
You need to feel lost
before you find you are found
So hold it now
Again, drink
Let it fill you all up
I know you want wine
but the drink is vinegar
Yet, I plead you, to open up
to see, to feel and also be
molded by it
You must know your pain and
even feel lost, my friend
Only then you can know
that in this,
you are found
This is it
I sense the rushing of a Wind
I sense the Great Self within
I hear the Call
To be, to be
It is here
I hear the roar of the Lion
I hear the Great Voice within
You are in the Temple
You are, You are
This Mystery
I listen to the Soft Whisper
I listen to Holy Poems within
Secrets found, truth makes whole
I am rises in my Soul
I am, I am
Lights of green and white are shimmering in the water above the blue, marble floor
Closed eyes sensing the sunrays bathing on the eyelids sore
Decending into the water of shimmering lights becomes a healing beauty to the open wounds inside
The whole field open
Face to face
Life all raw
No vicarious digestion
Walk together at times
Yet I must take it all in
Cannot live through a lense
Need to see myself and all
This landscape must be
the whole wild, the whole field open
Dreams and urges these days have been vivid and strong
Yet, it is like this erupting life has clothes with no colors
I need to learn a new language
For now I am speechless
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