Surrender and rest

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

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

Golden Lizards

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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

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

Blue Spark

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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…

Inner Beloved

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Here you are again
Nothing more to hide
Everything is out there, anyway
I am glad you are here, my friend

It is what it is
You know the truth
Yet,  here you are again
There is still love, my friend

Never truly gone
Not even now, at the end
End of the darkest night
Here you are again, my friend

Ready to be surprised
Ready to be found
Ready to be received
Ready to be healed

This is the day
Yes, this, is, the day
It broke through
You, broke through, my friend

Love is stronger than death
It is here
At the end of the line
Love is here, my friend

Taking a hold of your heart
Healing what ripped you apart
You know pain
You will know, love, my friend…

…and you will be free

Puste

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Jeg trekker pusten
Kjenner etter
Klumpen i magen merkes tydeligere
Den får kontur
Den har armer ut til sidene
Venstre, høyre, og midt i, befinner den seg

Jeg trekker pusten igjen
Tenker
Puster
Søker å gå ned
i det som strekker seg utover, i magen
Lukker øynene

Jeg fortsetter å puste
Gnir hendene i de lukkede øynene
Kjenner etter
Puster
Magen sprenger
-Hva vil du si meg, spør jeg

Pusten går, videre
Dype og lettere åndedrag også
Jeg tar meg i å gjespe flere ganger
Puster
Gjespingen har fuktet øynene
-Du trenger hvile, hvisker magen

Jeg gjesper nok en gang
Hviler hodet og
lukker øynene
-Kan det være så enkelt, jeg undres,
at jeg må puste, hvile, være,
i stedet for alt
det andre

Traveller

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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

Charis

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Foto (Robert)

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