verulven

høyr mor
kor det ular
i veggum!

ja Olaffe
det er ver ulven
det gut

verulven
mor?

ja Olaffe
verulven
heiter han


er han fårleg
mor?

nei gut
fårleg er han ikkje
så lenge me
lar han leike
seg i fred

jaja
eg får gå og
finne fram pusle spelet
mitt då


gjer det gut

gjer det


ooooooohooooo !!

kva er det gut?


det var berre meg mor

eg etterlikna verulven



ja eg skjøna no
det
men du sette ein støkkar
i meg allikevel
Olaffe

within

beauty comes from within

a wilderness of great beauty

one glimpse of this inner world is enough

to feel right

and to feel

beautiful



the raw power of nature
is such that it
quickens the boddie
and the mind
and maketh the skin
to glow and the eye
to shine

yes


so it is

read the signs
see the omens
know the coming is already here
and here is the coming
of that wich
where fortold
in the sagas


here it is

it is here

right here

not over there

or somewhere else

but precicely

here

in this golden

moment of opportunities

and endless wonder




it is the bliss that is reborn
in the sun after the rain
& in the morning after night
the passing from one world into another
and back again
the shifting of the tides
the rolling of the waves upon the sea
the ecstasy of the dance that is creation
and destruction

the ecstasy of the world
is a feeling of the heart
so strong that there are no
words to capture it with
no spell with witch to
bind it by

but there are other people
there are strange cities
under the world

there are cinemas
and clowns
and serious stuff
like newspapers

but(t)

some things are better left
unspoken of
lest they summon the inappropriate
effects therewith

such as


some things are so secret
that should one come to know one of those secrets
one would oneself become a secret and be
known only
by accident

yes there are certain laws
wich governs certain
secrets
and should one fail
to respect the subtle details
of their  mechanism
then the secret will
turn against the seeker
of answers
and wreck havoc
to all who is related therewith
for centuries
without end


some care should
be taken into
consideration
upon the execution of this
ancient magical formula

some awareness
should be noted
before attempting to call
up the one who`s name is such and such.


and in the communion
with that wich names and phrases can only corrupt
listen closely to whatever
is uttered from within & beyond

question reality
in all its guises

accept the multitude of worlds
within worlds

like bubbles foam soap

and soap foam bubbles


be simple

always


but use the way
and the ways
to thy pleasing

listen to the listener
and enjoy the
silence
ear to ear

embrace the fullness
of everything
and die
to thyself
if only for
a moment

ecstasy life
death

its nature
its raw like
sushi

nature is raw
and so art thou
in thy castle
of things
and queens

be not this
and be not that

shut the mouth
of the preacher
lest he profane
the purity of silence

but be not evil
in  thy nature

accept the horns
love the hooves
for what they
are

wrestle not with
thy moon
and thy angel
but make sweet offerings
to them
and dance to the
music wherever
whenever

unify thyself
o man
in the creative fire
of lust
and love

and live in the twilight
of dreams

be here and

be now

in

the star of your heaven

the most shining one

is always you

remember

that and i will


too

accepting

There are beautiful
things in life

enough to fill
a lifetime of
joy & bliss

& then there
are horrible things
in life too

enough to fill
a lifetime of
anxiety and sorrow


life is a game of chess

play it with

your mind

excercise  your spirit

in the duality

of darkness

& light


merge with the one
who knows
and know
the one
who is two
and three

the one who creates himself
the self created double
the unified third,  a winged Genii
Invoced in the creative fire
of the two who
is the one
creator
of all
phenomena
above the earth
and under the earth
and more

move about
and rest within

observe thyself
from a distance

unify &

 repeat

observe the radiant
living
bluewhite planet
earth from
a distance

unify &

repeat



learn to stretch thyself
to thy uttermost
lenghts
and enjoy the space
wich thou
hast created
therewith

is it not a wonder
& a miracle
that thou existeth
at all?

after
all the wars
the deaths and blood
the ill signs and poisons
of the world and other worlds
thou still breathes
the air
thou still liveth
in the consciousness
of thyself
observing flowers
feeling beauty
feeling peace

is it not but a dream
of wonders come true

a dream so real
that no one can prove
it to be false

a dimension we call reality
because it hurts
and because it tastes funny

a dimension we believe
to be reality
because thats what
we are told
should we come
to question
its validity

i question reality
but i never get any real answers
from it
only more questions
about reality

when your mind
asks to many difficult
questions
it has a shut-off
mechanism that
is activated in emergency
situations

it can be a blessing
but as much
it can be a curse

there is no sure way
of testing a lying spirit
but to ask it to
name your god


there are sure ways
of testing truth
should it claim
thy attention

those who knows
will not say they know
but know
that knowledge
comes from within

from the great space
within man
where anything that
has ever been said & written
stored in the
great
libraries of time

and it is really so great
entire mountains of information
waiting around
for anyone who
wants to
find anything
worth repeating

so many  great things have
been uttered worth
repeating

tunes

Who`s thoughts are these,but the insane,wrestling minds in  fevers of madness and disgust
who`s eyes are these,glowing with daylight,as it where,but otherwise,so ..lifeless..,& .dead
who`s presence is it now,that mocks every minute of existence with such cold bitterness and rage

These are not questions to be answered,but rather pondered by the weary,who`s manifold name have many mystical tell tales.One of wich is related to the nature & soul of man,the Anima Mundi.
Suppressed, as it where,in the material worlds concrete realm,& weighed down,with purpose,by the forces that govern man in their great golden temple of progress.
The love of war in the world,is not a dying love,as we love to think in our cosy soft blankets of mind on a beautiful day,
Peace is always but a short rest from the next  war,about to break out,so enjoy it when you can,i say.

Listen not to anyone who tells you anything
but listen to anyone who tells you nothing
and you will hear your own
mind & you will know
how to use it
well to serve
whatever
it is that makes
your whistle
sound


because you see
no matter where you go
no matter what you do
you will always be experiencing
you and you and you



its all about you
and the things you do

and no one can tell
you anything
that you don`t already
know about
you unless
they use some kind of magic
of course

i know people
who knows people
who have friends over
on the other side that
says they hear secrets
from a strange creature
that lives on a not so far
away island in the sea

et rent ark uten ord men med muligheter

øynene

han hadde døde øyne
men når han smilte
var det som en sol
som tittet  fram
fra en mørk
og skytung himmel