Arrival of Beginning

I sensed a sudden shift
I felt uplifted
And I was
My eyes still shut close
I felt a warm breeze
I sensed tears filling up,
behind the eyes’ curtains

I lifted my hands,
my body still resting on knees
I heard myself saying,
no please, no please
I felt a blow to my stomach,
and breathed out one full breath

I felt strange pain
Felt lifted again, yet heavy
No please, no please,
I heard myself plead
It wasn’t me,
but something else

Eyelids now cracked open,
waves of tears flowing
Out of my control
Again I suffered another heavy blow
Yet, soon pain was lifted
Crying turned to sobbing

Steps, almost too silent to hear
A breeze again, warm
I wasn’t alone in the garden
The breeze passed me
Abruptly, I stood up
Calling the visitor back

My feet now above the ground
A presence felt all around
A warmth, comforting
Soft tears, transformed
Again, a weight pushed me to my knees

A deep knocking
My hand on my chest
A vision of veins and deep red
What had me uplifted,
now sensed within
My lips curved upwards

I whispered,
it wasn’t me,
this, wasn’t me
Yet, it, was there,
within
I lingered, silent,
there, on my knees

 

Traveller

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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

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

Retrett / Retreat

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Det er no
Det er no eg skal gå eit stykke aleine
Eg skal ikkje seia noko
For det er no eg skal vere stille
Det er no det gjeld
Det er no det skjer
Det eg ikkje heilt kan vite kva er

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In English:

It is now
It is now I must walk a mile alone
I am not going to be talking
Because it is now I am to be silent
This is it
It happens now
That which I do not really know

Westworld / Landet i vest

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I go there when I am alone
I go there when I am in need
I go there when I am hurt
I go there when I am tired
I go there when I am falling

There I am in union
There I am filled
There I am comforted
There I am rested
There I am uplifted

This is the Westworld

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Oversatt til nynorsk:

Eg går dit når eg er aleine
Eg går dit når eg har eit behov
Eg går dit når eg er såra
Eg går dit når eg er trøyt
Eg går dit når eg faller

Der er eg i eining
Der er eg fylt
Der er eg trøysta
Der er eg utkvilt
Der er eg opplyfta

Dette er Landet i vest

Meir / More

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Det kan smerte når nokon seier
Ro deg ned
No blir det for mykje
Ikkje berre du som tel
Gje deg no

Ein sleppe taket
Kva gjorde eg no
Og kva gjer eg
Skal eg halde det inne
Kva meiner du

Da er tida likevel god
Det blir eit pusterom
Ikkje eit tomrom
Nei for det ein pustar i
Er fylt med noko meir

Nokon gong blir det for mykje
Hjartet kan berre opne seg so mykje
Og andre vil også ha rom
Og nett når rommet fyllest av kvarandre
Da blir det ikkje eit einerom
Ei heller eit tomrom
Det blir berre fylt
Med meir

ChatGPT translation mostly:

It hurts when someone says
Calm down
Now it’s too much
It’s not just you that matters
Give it up now

One lets go
What did I do now
And what am I doing
Should I hold it inside
What do you mean

Then time is a good thing
It becomes a breather
Not an empty space
No, for what one breathes in
Is filled with something more

Sometimes it becomes too much
The heart can only open so much
Others also want space
And just when the room is filled with each other
Then it does not become a solitary room
Nor an empty space
It just becomes filled
With more