I watched the bright bird
fling itself past
before it flew lightly further
In a moment I was there
with the bird in its dance
Jeg så den lyse fuglen
som svingte forbi
før den fløy lett videre
I et øyeblikk var jeg der
med fuglen i dens dans
This poem was originally written in Norwegian. A little help from ChatGPT helped me correct the English wording.
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
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
The quietness of
the early morning
soothes my soul
It embraces me warmly
and whispers:
–You are whole
Stillheten i
en tidlig morgen
nærer min sjel
Den omslutter meg varmt
og hvisker:
–Du er hel
When I have lost myself
in helping others
I may start thinking you owe me your thanks and your love
But the truth is this:
You don’t owe me anything
I just need to ground myself
In the everlasting Love of the Divine
I must sit down
Take a breath
Start over out of silence
From then on I can fly…just a little slower
Throughout my life
of loneliness and pain
I have often longed and prayed for
a union with God
to gain
This longing for union is
still very deep and strong
Sometimes overshadowed by
the action of life
yet never gone
Union still is my heart’s desire
This I strive for
in my great search
Yet maybe now I have found
a joy in life
so I feel I am living less on the edge
of a knife
Forever I am still longing
Both in silence and in sound
for this Greatest Love to abound
All the way until complete union
where all is found
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
I used to be a stranger
Then I was a guest
Now
The Silent Land
is my home
I didn’t know then
what hit me
But, it was
an arrow from God
That got me to start
on the Greatest of Art
When I want to see you
I open the door to my heart
Then you are there, just like you once were
All is well
You are so happy to see me
We share heartfelt words
Exchange warm gazes
All is well
Later we are swimming in the water
Our tears fills the Lake of Hearts
We wash ourselves clean
All is well
In the evening you take me to the side
You turn your gaze towards me
Tilt you head lightly and whisper
-All is well
When you’ll once leave Earth
We can always meet there again
In the Garden and Lake of Hearts
All will be well
ALT ER BRA
Når jeg vil besøke deg
Åpner jeg døren til mitt hjerte
Så er du der, som du en gang var
Alt er bra
Du er så glad for å se meg
Vi deler gode ord
Veksler varme blikk
Alt er bra
Senere bader vi i vannet
Våre tårer fyller hjertets innsjø
Vi vasker oss rene
Alt er bra
På kvelden tar du meg til side
Du vender blikket mot meg
Skrår lett ditt hodet og visker
-Alt er bra
Når du en gang jorden forlater
Kan vi alltid møtes der igjen
I hjertets hage og i dets vann
Alt blir bra
A Contemplative Life 