Inspiration

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I sense an inspiration
Fire and river
It is all a part
of you and of me

Life is a living dream
Life is wild
Yes, life is a party
That is true

Still, this blood runs deep
The voice of inspiration,
more of a whisper,
than a thunder loud

This sense of inspiration,
is a call from the river within
It finds its strength
from all forces unified

So, life is a party, yes
Yet, it is also a call
Life is meant to be lived,
by the tall and the small

In the end,
what really mattered,
was not the idea or the image,
the fame or the show,
but a faithful trust in this flow

Fire and River

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You can be glad
Fire is great, river is strong
You know it
You know you belong
You know a deeper love
There you can let all things go
Listen to the silence
Be there
Be there
The inner calling
Now

In life you fall
You make mistakes
First you want to hide, later to be seen
Yet, you can be glad
You know you belong
The deeper love,
is what you know
In the silence
So, be there
Be
Now

Keep walking this road
Live each moment
Then let it go, as you prepare for more
You can be glad
Don’t need to believe
You know
You know
The silence tells you,
all you need
Keep going there
Be in it
Go 

 

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

 

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

 

Hide

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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

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