Velkommen

I ask myself
What love is
And forget what I am made of

For love is all around me
It is all that I see
and all that I witness

It is the beauty of the world
It is the beauty of who and what I am

No action can be outside it
Not even the hateful deed
For it is all God in his disguise

It is the world itself
It is spawned out of love
And nothing in creation
Is made out of anything but love

So what is love?
It is you and it is me
It is the mind it is the brain
It is our thoughts and our perception… Fortsett

the dream

to one day wake up
no longer knowing who you are
learning to be a someone
learning to be a mere image
learning to be the false

is it not precious
feeling your own fear

feeling discomfort
feeling the pain
barely knowing you suffer

living life the way others has taught you
not having capacity to find your own way

entangled in an infinite web of illusions
of how everything is
not knowing what reality is

always craving for the next moment
to take you out of the hell you are in
to giv… Fortsett

Lost in time
The sky goes dark
The birds song goes stark

Where is life
In these difficult times
All I see and feel is the darkness

It fills me and it kills me
This is
As is
I want to wake up!

I want to see the flowers
The trees
The stars in the sky

I want to feel them
Be them
Encrust them!
This is all just words to me

This is so difficult
Where is my path?
Where do I go
To find my serenity

Trust in the light
That shines within
They tell me

Reveal the tales of my heart
Show me the way
Show… Fortsett

A tiny string
A harmony in

So well a hidden
Behind the giant veil a distortion!

A veil is a wall
Of utter confusion

The little snail says
I knew it so well!

For hidden beside it,
behind it and through it
All is so good
And so it is always

The distorter, the trickster
Completely amazed

As it one day
Found it self
free from itself!

The time is the capsule
And through it the beauty
A one that is see-through!
And utterly perfect!

Life without meaning
One day it had thought out
Now meaning is… Fortsett

Watch your self, unfold
Into a million of pieces

As it plays its game

Of birth and death
Laughter and cries
Joy and pain

The starving child in Uganda
The helpless mother, caring for it
Knowing it may never grow old

The crude rapist
Roaming the streets for its next victim
His actions still blinded from his innate compassion

The dog and the bird
The cat and the fish
The tiny insects and the animal kingdom
All striving for their survival
Every day a struggle for the next

The song of God
Unfol… Fortsett