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



  

nett

Han såg nett ut lik ein
der har stigi  upp frå dei daudi
men det var ned han
hadde stegi
til dei daudi
unne jori


og deromkring
steig han rundt
og lette efte  tida
som berren forsvann

og  kvoren
han leitte og grov
så blei  følelsn
af  tia
som begrava
i jor

den omsnudde
sol stod
præcist på samme sted
og jorden mediterede
i en dyb & under-lig
fred

freistaren

han freista henne
med ein fristande
stemme
og baud 
både
eple og bær

han fortrylla
henne med magiske
krefter og andre  spesial
effekter
og sende
Amors  piler
ner
frå himmelen
lik  ein 
englars  hær

&


når ho trudde at
ho var aleine
så var han der
og når ho trudde
at han var der
så var ho aleine
med han
og englane
som priser
skaperen i paradis
med
sang

men også dei skjønne demonane
og dei yndege trolla var der
når det passa seg
slik

og det hende jo
at det gjorde


men sjeldan
på same tid


mest lik stormar
og uver
 når dei kjem
over landet
og testar naken mann
å kvinne
 og lærer  dei
((i nauden))
((att spinne))

Music

Music Hath
Charm
To Sooth
The Savage
Child


(lånt fra en Donald Duck film)