Crossing the bridge
A heart selfishly twisted
Yet equally gifted
Now I know
Need to remember
Yet leave behind
To rise again
Made new
What to be
What to give
From this day on
Oh, Creator of all
To you I pray
To you I call
Lift me up, I fall
Hunger for wisdom
From the darkest den
Full of questions
Curiosity, my friend
Want to be
Want to give
Crossing to live
I hope to write again
I hope this is but an end yet not
the end
I hope to create out of heart
I hope suffering will stir love and teach us we
are one
I hope to leave behind yet remember
I hope to be yet to grow
into wholeness
The fire within,
a powerful force
Able to destroy and
to mend
My ego
in fearful tricks,
tries to make it bow
This fiery force
makes my ego go for
a smile
-Hide the fire and
let it go
At least don’t let it show
The fire within,
my truth to live
Is not to be hid,
in fear and
illusion
There to be real,
to act,
in this now
The strength of fire,
a life to be
Not quenched,
by false pretense
May I listen,
hold it gently
In contemplation,
refine it
Then let it flow
A roar of rage within yourself
Explodes and bursts forth like a volcano
All headless and out of control
Takes its toll on others and yourself
All so out of proportions
A shameful thing it is
Breaks you down
It hurts to embrace the clown
This clown is a life you have known
In trying to find love and joy,
you have played this joker
Becoming a character offered mocking
In hiding this great pain within,
you had been cheated of early joy in life
Now when others cheat you of your right,
your anger great and wild, shows its might
Smaller things may get it going,
but now you see it in your knowing
This clown, was sad, longing for love
It drove you far and gone
Finally, you are about to sing a new song
Gifted with knowledge of this anger’s might,
it will help you escape its blow,
when left without your right
Now turn the angry burning upside down and crash it onto the stone
In the cracking of this clown let newfound joy rise from bone
Walking on the surface
of a deeper life within
I cannot find my ground
So where can I stand,
when the ground is gone
I cannot find my home
This is a time of disorder
My deepest Self is in hiding
I had to protect myself,
from the eruption,
that would have broken me
to pieces
My creativity is in the dark
The change has left me no spark
What to do
What to believe
I do not know
Where do I go,
from here
You just felt overwhelmed
Did not know how to cope
or how to survive, this time
You feared the crash,
you feared the burn,
felt the dread for the place of terror
You wondered what to do
To put everything on hold,
or as a wise man said,
to hold everything
That was the choice you practiced
It was not very easy
nor simple at all, yet,
it was what you needed to learn
It was another chance to learn how,
to truly hold everything,
and let go, before you could live anew
Dear Life
Dear Love
Dear Everything
I give myself to you
Please fill my heart
with your renewing Light
I want to see again
I want to find and be found
I breathe in
I breathe out
I wait in this Silence
This is my peace
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
A Contemplative Life 