No Dream

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

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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

What is a Poem?

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I have been thinking about this question, what is a poem? We all know of course that there is not only one type of poem, but many, depending on the poet’s taste and style. I have realized that writing poems has become a spiritual practice and habit of mine, even though inspiration and ideas come and go. That is how it is. Other than that, my poems are unique in the way that I have found them in my own heart. There is also a certain style I have come to develop.

I would say that my poems in general are contemplative poems. With that I mean that they often are short pieces meant to stir a silent, yet heartfelt reaction in the reader. Very often they are quite personal, yet I also try to make them universal enough and open, so they may carry meaning for someone else as well. I guess, one of the reasons to write poems, yet not the main reason, is the hope that what carried meaning and hope to my heart may become meaningful for another individual too.

In addition to creating an emotional and heartfelt experience I hope my poems can be meaningful on more of a soul level as well. I find inspiration in Jungian ideas and thinking, in particular shadow work. dreams, arcetypes and individuation, so I hope some of my poems carry a deeper message often pointing toward the possibility of growth into wholeness as well.

As I decided after being at a retreat last year, I have not been posting poems or even other texts on this blog too often. I guess in order to get readers you should be posting regularly, yet I have not felt that to be my way. I realize that when I post to get likes or thumbs ups more than just to share what has been very helpful or important to me, the true fire and joy of it all often evaporates. So, I rather continue to post iregularly, if that is what it means being true to my own heart’s inspiration.

I hope, of course, that some of my poems and writing can find other people’s hearts as well, bring them some light and help them recognize their own longing soul. Maybe they can experience an ease of the loneliness on this often dark and lonely road of life toward individuation and wholeness.

A lot of my poems on this blog has been in the English language, even though my mother tongue is Norwegian. I do enjoy writing in my own language as well, particularly in New Norwegian, nynorsk, which is a particular style of Norwegian where the words often sound beautiful and may even at times more poetic. New Norwegian goes well with my particular contemplative style too. I guess I also must really accept the fact that English is not my mother tongue, and I may never reach the level of vocabulary and finesse I could hope for in English. We will see, what the future brings. For now, I hope that the ones that find this blog may find poems and texts that speak not only to minds, but hearts and soul, the deepest level, where we need to be seen and recognized. I also do believe reading a poem can be just as much a spiritual practice as writing it.

I pray that what will grow in our hearts is a trust in life, in Love, in creation and in particular also a trust in and acceptance of ourselves. I know that is very much what I need, and do think this need is quite common among my fellow wanderers. If my contemplative poems can carry a silent message and give you and others a soul felt pause in their day, an important goal for me has been reached. Yet, I will continue to remind myself that I write for and to myself first and foremost, always. For my own good and growth I need to put my heart out in writing poetry, so I can really find my own heart and soul too, and hopefully become a more and more authentic carrier of the soul gifted to me.

Peace and light to you, my friend 🦋

PS! I would love to hear from some of you out there, especially to know more about how you relate to poems, and what poems mean to you. Maybe you write poetry too? Please feel free to share about it here.

Atumn Journey

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It is autumn
It is autumn indeed
Summer with its warmth and joyful tone
Over for this time
The forest dresses herself in new colors
Leaves and pine needles change into orange and red
Everything testifies of life in another faze
It is orange and red, but it is not dead
The autumn first feels like a change of clothes
The outer changes color and contour
Later it leads you deeper
The fall is a time for
Fading
Forethought
Flux
Formation
Again, everything is on a journey

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Høstvandring

Det er høst
Det er sannelig høst
Sommeren med sin varme og glade klang
Over for denne gang
Skogen klær seg i nye farger
Løv og barnåler skifter også over til oransje og rødt
Alt vitner om liv i en annen fase
Det er oransje og rødt, men ikke dødt
Høsten er først som et klesskifte
Det ytre skifte farge og kontur
Senere leder høsten deg dypere
Høsten blir en tid for
Foreldelse
Forberedelse
Forandring
Forvandling
Alt er igjen på vandring

Burning Face

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I have a burning face now
It is almost painful
Also distressing
What is this burning
in my face

My face is burning
I sense it comes from
a yearning
Is this yearning mine or
is it Divine

I remember the story
of the Burning Bush
Moses stood on Holy Ground
He had to take off his shoes to
thread gently on the soil

What is this burning
I have a Burning Bush
of life in my inner being
Is it a Holy Fire
I do need to admire

It is so easy to mix
this Fire with desire
Too quickly I try to satisfy
this hunger within
Yet for something deeper I must wait

The waiting is agonizing
It almost stretches my bones
I think something is ready
to be bye-gones
A New River

May it come
May it flow
May it be free

Doors

I like tall doors
The wide ones too
In particular beautifully decorated ones
They are not there to make you feel small
They stand tall just to remind you
That when you are in awe
Of their grandness and beauty
That is only a mirror
For the divine image in you
If the thought of what is behind evokes fear
The width and height are there to say,
Fear not, I greet you
Now open me, pass through
I embrace all of you and
I may even lead to something new

24 Hour Hermit

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Sunday morning

Alone at the cottage

Alone with myself

God and the wind

Got here last night

Tired and frustrated

Discouraged

I have wounded and been wounded

Had some baggage with me

Very tired

Feeling accused

Need to sort these feelings out

Longing for connection

Feeling betrayed and criticized

Not able to live up to others’ expectations

Neither my own

Longing for friendship

Fellowship

Space to breathe in

A need for passion

For now I am in hiding

From everyone and everything

Yet not from God

Not from myself

Tears build up and escape

In waves

I sense a change

Maybe I am just getting more tired

Some people prefer speed and action

To me relationships come first

Some people love the doing

I am more into human being

I hear the wind howling

It is raining

The Fall has fallen

I am ready to pray

I cry out to the Lord

My God and Creator

The One who loves me

Calls me their Beloved

You my God

I thank you because you see

You see us in our existence

You see us in our wilderness

You experience our joy

Our pain

Longing and sorrow

Allways there

I live with You

You live in me

I breathe your life

My innermost is You

In our deepest longing

You are there

Deep within us

And all around

You who lives in all

Given us all your life

I call upon you

Longing to be near you

The rain is hammering

Good to be inside

Alone

Yet together

My God is here

The Divine

My all my life

My call

I desire guidance

To live from within

I am ready

Now

The rain stops

It is silent

Very silent

I am in the waiting

You see

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You see when life hurts a lot
You see when I grieve
Grieving over the time that has been, and that cannot come back

When I have no strength and cannot fight anymore, you carry me
That I must believe

You see when what once gave meaning and joy, does not do so anymore
What was worth spending time on before, has lost its shine

You see the pain, the pain of life
You see how the heart bursts of longing
Longing for you and for love

You see when tears come
You see when tears press on and begins flowing
You see longings, loss and pain

You see when I need to breathe
You see when something must die
You see, I am not alone

You see the way I and we should walk
You see where we started and you see where it leads

You see my face, my eyes, my soul
You see me in my innermost
You see my heart

You see when I try to explain, and others do not understand the way I walk
You see when I want to convince, but cannot

You see what no one else sees
You see the depths, you see my soul
You see the soul that wants to break boundaries and breathe in freedom

You see when life needs more nourishment through friendship, fellowship and shared thoughts and ideas

You see when one wants what is experienced as meaningful
And hopes the other can find more joy in some of it

You see when what is for freedom and peace for one, creates fear in the other one
You see the one who thinks one has got something, and the other who is afraid of losing something

To find something one must be able to lose something or embrace and at the same time include

You see it hurts when the other says one cannot follow you on the way
You see when I think I have to go alone

You see the hearts that want what’s good for others and themselves
You see the hearts in their every thing

You see and love what and who you see
Face to face you love
You see us as we are
Still you love us

You see me when I’m about to fall asleep
When another day is over and a new day soon will be welcomed

You see, so that it brings light to our hearts and souls
Your gaze can warm us when love has little room

You see everything
You see it as it is
That’s just how it is
Your gaze of love never leaves me