Silence

I would be whole

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How to find balance
I want to go outward,
when I should go inward
I want to express,
when I should mute

Passion is high
I may go astray
I may go wild
Or I may show the way,
heal the divide

I am weary of speaking
Too much mouth,
me and all around
Need to lean in,
make ears bigger

Want to speak,
when I should listen
Oh, help me, help me
Please, the desire is good
Need to find direction
Outward, inward, yes both

So easy to misstep
So easy to break
I want to avoid,
the break up,
the break down

Oh, wise man,
I cry out to you,
channel the might
Wise woman too,
show me the light
I want to go, also let go,
yet, better I would be whole

Inspiration

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I sense an inspiration
Fire and river
It is all a part
of you and of me

Life is a living dream
Life is wild
Yes, life is a party
That is true

Still, this blood runs deep
The voice of inspiration,
more of a whisper,
than a thunder loud

This sense of inspiration,
is a call from the river within
It finds its strength
from all forces unified

So, life is a party, yes
Yet, it is also a call
Life is meant to be lived,
by the tall and the small

In the end,
what really mattered,
was not the idea or the image,
the fame or the show,
but a faithful trust in this flow

Fire and River

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You can be glad
Fire is great, river is strong
You know it
You know you belong
You know a deeper love
There you can let all things go
Listen to the silence
Be there
Be there
The inner calling
Now

In life you fall
You make mistakes
First you want to hide, later to be seen
Yet, you can be glad
You know you belong
The deeper love,
is what you know
In the silence
So, be there
Be
Now

Keep walking this road
Live each moment
Then let it go, as you prepare for more
You can be glad
Don’t need to believe
You know
You know
The silence tells you,
all you need
Keep going there
Be in it
Go 

 

Turning

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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

Arms Raised

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You are planted here
Remain so while you are alive
Grow your roots deep
Let gravity hold you close

Falling,
the lying on the ground,
is not defeat,
but an act of deep listening

You live life from ground up,
drinking from darkest deep below ground

Up you will also reach with your arms raised,
held fast in your own divine embrace

Beautiful Nuances

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I don’t know if it’ll cover
Don’t know if I’ll discover,
all good truth there is
I really don’t know, but,
my friend, I’ll tell you
I know mostly enough
It covers it, for me
Yet, it won’t help you
You must head out too
Be true to you, do you
Come back when you’re done,
even preferably, a little undone
Then we can help each other,
share it all,
the beautiful, loud, nuances of
Silence,
whispering its eternal secrets
Then, since we are becoming, we are alive

Another Call

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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

Undone

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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

Arrival of Beginning

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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

 

Restoration

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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