She shared untold, secret stories,
in where I could cross borders
I could become and belong
Weak or strong, didn’t matter
All kinds of berries I could gather
This was the fairest tale,
my walk of life in the latter song
Fairest Tale
Poem
Another Call
Narrow my window had become
I could barely breathe,
barely live in this or their temple
Then they closed it, window shut
I fell, I was lost
Trapped in the kingdom,
of the desperate and dying
What had been a small light,
now gone
I was nobody’s son
Soon lost at sea
Searching wherever
Seemed like I’d never
find new land
Monsters in the deep,
dragons in the sky
Fire burning,
a salamander’s torch
So thirsty
That’s when I saw the flicker,
from a distant lamp
Oil kept it going,
until my hand held the light
I suddenly saw all its might
It created a terrible fright
I would have to fight,
a wrestling for my life,
my own soul
The angel from the deep,
entered upon the land
Was it also a woman, was it man?
I couldn’t know
Yet the angel’s sword
bruised me in the dark
The wound bled red
I cried into the Silence,
and fell to my knees
It was a new beginning,
there on my knees
The red, bleeding wound
received a silent balm
I sensed fresh air, I could breathe
I saw a window open,
then all windows gone
My breathing got deep,
and I drank from a rich well
Everything opened
Oh day of glory,
when I could leave behind,
the barren land of agony
The principals were taken
When I woke up, like from a dream,
I was standing on my feet
Made new,
in the image of One,
I had now become
I sensed freedom
New adventures awaited
I was made for living after all
I sensed another call
Photo of Alnes in Norway: Punam Kumari
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Undone
I used to know everything
Now I don’t know any thing
I used to brag about this and that,
now I’m done with the fat clown
Until this day,
I’ve been lost in a darkness
I dared not admit
I wanted to live in a blaze of glory —
now I prefer the silence,
the creation,
through attentive listening
Unconvinced now of my rightness,
still thirsting for truth —
is what I know
Photo: Tove Hubak Fleischer
Got som help from ChatGPT just to structure the poem into stanzas and for some punctuation
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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
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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
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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?
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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
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Hide
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
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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…
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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
A Contemplative Life 