Cats & winter

In the winter when the weather gets dull

the cats gets bored & find

nothing better to

do than

follow me

around

watching

my every move

like i was

a mouse

to their

feeding

it can be pretty
intense

i even have
a cat roaming
the roof
above me
tipping to
& fro
like the
second floor
neigbour
you  didnt
realize
you had
but have
& appears
everytime you
open the
refrigerator
door

hoping i will
fry som delicious
chicken
again
like i
did the other
day

cats remember
stuff like
that

it lingers
in their memory
until
they forget
about it
wich can
take
days
until
their
next
special
treat
day


so there ya
have it

my days
are cats day
everyday
during winter

they are full
of love
and spirit
& teach
me of
patience
& beyond

Ode to coca leaf

The purity of your heart has moved me


& for this


To fight against the utter darkness


That lies in the depths of Pachamama


To endure the cold


Hunger


& the sadness





Of the hearts separated from your father



I`ll give you a gift for your brothers


Ascend that high hill


Where you will find a small plant


But of great strength


Store with love her leaves & when you feel


Pain in your heart


Hunger in your flesh


& darkness in your mind


Take them to your mouth


& with gentleness


They will draw out your spirit


That is part of mine



You will attain love for your sorrow


Nourishment for your body


& light for your mind




(author yet unknown)

flow

A flow of words from somewhere other, than what is usually thought of, as being usual.

A wide open  space, before mind,before time,before,before & before that,wich leaves us...not even a speck of dust.

Yet,in that elevenfold hollowedness of nada,somewhere,someone is communicating,exchanging brilliant thoughts & ideas,with the extraordinary quality of altering perception of worldly matters as is.

Someone, who`s existence, unbound by material affairs,is free to explore the endless depths of the universe, without a single movement of bodily hairs.

A name, would only be a bondage, of such and such,because & therefore.

So, nameless is he, who`s body is fruitful earth,breathing air,flowing waters,fire & burning flame.

Yet,known amongst those who`s minds have merged with the All,who`s greatness is such

that none may speak of it,lest they be so ordained.
There are certain symbols,certain combinations of words,&
sometimes, that wich is spoken of,murmured in dark alleys,or sweetly sung about,have messages, wich are, beyond the reach of understanding,yet wich accumulates within the maturing personality,& emerges, in time,with subtleness,until one`s understanding is such & so that it  encompasses more than previously accustomed to.
But-But-But, not   All   the time.
Be cautious therefore,& when.But also,let go of thine urges to dwell with cryptic syllabolism,& the fancy waving about of hands.There are signs & then there are signs.He who`s eyes are kept awakened, before the thrones,shalt inherit the kingdom through his eyes & be  a rich man in the streets,in deep wild forests & even when, upon crossing the great sea in a small boat,benevolent forces of the wind,will surely carry him safely home in loving arms.
For is it not written,or perhaps it was spoken aloud in a crowd of people;"that, he, who`s tounge, slippeth not from his mouth,upon being seduced by the idle,shall be gladdened thereof & thereby,inviting the good lord of miracles to pay a visit in the hour of hours with that beautiful dog,who`s name is dearest".?
Or was it but a whisper of the wind, from a dream beyond the reaches of time?

Those who say they know,hath not yet appeared
& those who know,sayeth it not,& have shut themselves up in the infamous fortress of silence.
But,somewhat hidden amongst soothsayers & claimers of great wisdom,
there are those who know,not knowing that they know,yet speaketh with the tounge & with the mind of someone who`s name is everything & who`s spirit is Love.

Kelpa

Reality of man is  a repetion of itself
in an seemingly endless
progression

one way of
interrupting
repeating
patterns
is to
simply
avoid doing
the same
thing
everyday

instead
to the surprise
of yourself
enter a hidden
realm
where forgotten
treasures
are  found
under
gross
layers
of
dust
& cobweb

one of them
being the very
memory
of yourself
before
the world
as you know
it now
was
created
by repeating
the previous
day

reactions
from various
sources
are to
be expected

one of these
sources
being
fear
of change

change
can be
likened
to death

a strong taboo

in a reality
based
solely
on repetion
of ritual

talking
about change

is like
talking about
food but
abstaining
from tasting
it

it can be
jolly &
full of
colours

but changing
reality
will not
come without
strange
reactions
& the
reactions
thereof

& those
are the signs
to watch out
for
& to applaud


when people
around you react
on your altered behaviour
take it as
a suresign
that reality
have been
stretched
wrapped around
itself twice
& folded
in the middle
forming a slightly
sideways pointing
arched
tip

the signs
& omens
are subtle
& unreckonizable
by the brute mob
but perceived
in visions
by the sensitized
who
in a rapture
from everyday
hypnosis
finds a higher meaning
& power
in his or
her great
work


reality is but a subtle
fluid that moves
unseen
but once this
fluid has
been discovered
by a wakeful
mind

there is
no end
to the possibilities

04.12.2013

I dag fant eg
en liten
død katt
unge
under ein
terasse


fin å tjukk
vinterpels
hadde den
fått på

såg ut som
den bare
låg å koste
seg

men gud
hadde hentet
lille vennen
hjem
igjen

Deadsember

Yeah

its that time of
the year
again
when

everybodys
dead

but doesnt
know it

pretending
to be
alive

making deadsember
what it is
a dead
sember

grateful
ghost
i am

Jevne mellom- rom