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
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
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…
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
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
You are something else
You have always known
What used to be a burden,
now the only way, yes,
now you see the truth,
that sets you free
A silent desperation,
a piercing of hearts
Aching for all things,
that parts
A call for surrender,
to the River where it runs
Drawing into wholeness,
love, forgiveness,
arresting all guns
I woke up
I knew the clown
No surprise, I was feeling down
It had been there for so long
For years this mask
had been my face
I’d tried to find my place
in this life-race
Now finally,
I could trace the cuts of knife
It helped me see all this life
I felt relieved of my strife
As I am wandering
towards the light
I behold it
I circle it
In a daring moment
I step closer to it
I hold it
I embrace it
Now it’s even circling me
I cry, I shout, I scream:
–This is not a dream
.
.
Ingen draum
Medan eg går
mot ljoset
betraktar eg det
Eg sirklar rundt det
I eit modig augneblink
trør eg nærare
Eg held det
Eg omfavnar det
No sirkulerar det rundt meg og
eg gret, eg skrik, eg ropar:
–Dette er ikkje ein draum
A Contemplative Life 