Something Calls Me

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Something calls me to listen to some music and sit down and write. Something I do not know what is, or the depth of it. As I was taking a relaxing stretch on the floor an inner voice spoke clearly to me, get up and start writing. Start writing, start writing.

I sense this great urge, this power, this presence, this energy, this almost painful drive, to keep the creativity coming.

And I don’t know what is coming. Do I have to? No, I don’t think so. Now it is all about trust, a deep trust in life, a calling, and the presence flowing from within. This is what makes me feel very alive in this moment, this small, yet for me, significant moment of eternity.

I do not need to know it all, do not need to separate black from white, since the truth is in neither. That is what has come to me lately. What is truth? Is it black, white, conservative, progressive or whatever. And I say again, it is neither. The truth lies at another level, not separate, yet still beyond.

I sense I have found, or been found, by something profound. There is a deep process, a deep change going on. So that is why I was called to sit down and write. I cannot rest without it. And God knows, I do need rest, I do need to sleep also, because this soulful process is very impactful and takes it toll.

Still, I am not going to deep underground, I am also not rising above to celestial realms, but this “divine” wisdom is being imparted to me. I do not now know its form, I do not know where it leads. I only know and trust in the goodness of it.

Or maybe it is even beyond the category good or love, is it something all encompassing, a new totality? A new, great window to look through, a new inspiration to live by and from. Thank you, thank you, it makes me thankful. And I do believe thankfulness is a good thing. In the midst of everything, the darkness and the light, there is a way of thankfulness. So, thank you!

Okay, that’s it, it may stop here, or it may go on from here. What is the beginning, what is the end? I do not know. I only know I am curious, eager to find out, excited to be alive. It is a resurrection of the new, a revelation is coming. That I sense, that I know. And, I will let you in on a secret, it is not from me, or not even for me, alone, it is for the world to see and know. It is for you, you, they, us, we and myself. It is something to be shared.

I am closing my eyes. At times they feel tired. And my body aches. Like this is a bit too much. Am I going crazy? I sense the answer is no, and I am encouraged not to fear. This is all a gift. I am being made ready. A change is coming.

I take another deep breath. The music is singing in my ears, the rhythm is strong and felt. Something is stirring. Am I crazy, am I a fool? No, an inner voice tells me. You’re just in the waiting for transcendence. Transcendence? What is that?

It is like something has been in the preparation for a long time, it is like the dawn is about to break. A new light will reveal itself. It is not me, it is not you, but we will know it. We will know it, learn from it, love it, and be loved.

Be loved? Earlier I said this could even be beyond the usual categories of black, white, love, fear, yet maybe a bottom or a ground here still, is love. Since what can be greater than love? Maybe it is just that this love is beyond my imagination, it is stronger, greater, wider than my heart can see, be, give or share. Because, this is not me, it is not you. Yet, it is for us!

For us? Wow, how can it be for us? The song I am listening to just mentioned perfume. What a magnificent word, per-fume? A fume of what? A fume of the greatest love? I do not know, I do not know, but I open myself to it, this scent.

Please, help me, to go where I am supposed to, do what I am meant to do. My life is just a glimpse anyway, so I would like this glimpse not to be great, but to be well spent. Yes, not great, but beyond what we think we know. Oh, the world is hungry. Yes, so tired, and hungry.

You say, you are with me. I reply, and I am with You. This I know.

Turning

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

Table’s Hall

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Sitting at the round table
Sharing poems, stories and dreams
In the moment,
faces and smiles ablaze

Around this table together
Leaning into each other
Listening deeply,
joy and laughter flowing

Hearts speaking, souls sharing
Living a dream,
yet this presence, is real
Amazement, excitement to feel

Salamanders burning
Table’s now turning
Releasing deepest yearning
Oh, lives untold, glory to behold

Tales of revelation
We are here to be known
Dancing freely now,
around a luminous table of tables

Wild and alive we are
Ready for another journey
Later we’ll sit down to tell our tales
Now, on hearing the call,
Let’s leave this old table’s hall

 

Beautiful Nuances

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

World in a Stone

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I sense something has changed in me
                             I am thankful, light and free

                                                                                                                I see the whole world in a stone

Undone

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

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…

Above Clouds

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As I walked into the darkness
I didn’t know my way
I came to this mountain,
considered hiding in its side
Yet, I was in for a peculiar hike
while having this talk with my Self

My feet found a ladder
Up or down, I didn’t know
But step by step I went
After the long, dark hike,
and a last, great climb,
I found a place above the clouds

In a sudden glimpse,
I had this view,
of an endless open space 
There I knew
not only more of me, 
but more of You 

Strangely enough,
it made me feel,
light and free, yes,
and very real

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.