rundeste skje i skuffen.

I sindet findes en dør
som leder inn i et rom
 med store vinduer
som leder
ut
mot en vakker
hage med
tre av alle
slag

det blåser
lett i trærne
og man kan
skimte
en farverik drage
som danser
lekent
på
vinden

lyden av huiende
barn kan høres
fra et åpent
vindu
i rommet

 og duften
fra stekte pannekaker
og vanilje
forfører luktesansen
og får en til
å glemme
hvor det hele begynte

på det enorme venterommet
utenfor sindets
dør
eller var
det egentlig
innenfor?
og sist men
ikke minst:
var det
så viktig ?

hvis ja
hvor viktig
kan det ha
vært ?

av større betydning?


hukommelsen
svikter ikke
men blander
lett informasjon
og gjør
det ofte svært
sofistikert å
finne nåla
i stakken
med høy

au!

kisandro hei

The way he walked
and the way he talked
could  not compare
to the way he
danced
along the grassy
slopes
on a sunny
harvest  day

here and there
lushious
fruit bodies
would call
unto him
to make
his mouth
run with
water and
his mind
with visions
of liquid ecstasy


there was such peace
in the earth
and he drank
from it
ate from it
and he was
free

freedom is a moment
that stretches itself into eternity
and back
just to prove how
truly free
it really is
to bend
any
man made
 laws
&
mocking
as it where
the illusive
authority
of time

freedom rests
within mother
earth
embracing all
who surrenders
to her
with love


sit with
her surrender
to her
and you shall
know this
freedom
of wich i preach



 

eitt med alt takk.

eg fell i transe
sig i saman &
vissnar liksom hen
blir eitt med tre og buskar
med jord og luft
& vatten
& elden som
flammar upp
og ner af djupet


no er  det alt
alt &  ingenting
men på likt
summande
i si eiga
kube av
farga lys og andre
miraklar


eit værdsrom av liv
eit rom av værdens
liv
heilt
utan vægger
utan tak
utan golv
& heilt
utan tid


då kjem

dei

tidlause




lik bølgjer på havet

rullande innover

ein etter ein

og når dei

når land

så blir dei

eitt med landet

og alt som

bur der



(..)
(..)

Taptrance

As i was reading,my mind seemed to drift away
from the words,&  i lost their meaning alltogether.
Yet i continued somehow,&  soon i came to realize my mind was making
up its own story behind my unfocused attention.
It was a background story,with background lighting illuminating the backyard of a dream.
There appeared before me,under &  above,a lil gnome with a crunched green hat,waving a red and blue flag while tapping one foot on the wooden floor with a sharp noise.Tap! tap! tap! tap!
It was a wake up call,and i woke up in this story,and already lookin for the door.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The lil creature spun around on his heel and approached me.His  narrow set eyes seemed to grow taller and taller,until they where larger than a planes hangar,& then i was swallowed up, whole !
There was an eternity of night,but then day came,&  after a while,night returned,like before,but with a twist.I was no longer- longer,but shortly- shorter and also wider, in many odd senses,with the exception perhaps, of one or two.
I was left to ponder in this... this... "world"  yonder.
Was I  transfigured somehow,somewhere along the lines. ?
&,was there ever a moment where  i actually lost control of my control ?
These questions haunts  the hollows of mind ,& i keep questioning myself.Because:The answers does not sit well with me.
Say not that i haven`t offered them chairs,nor proclaim that i haven`t done my uttermost
to decode their occult meaning.
Instead, remain in silent wonder like a newborn babe, and know that
some answers demand the sacrifice of limbs.Some answers are too true and too great to fit in a little mind.
So:
In seeking the great answers,take care that thou expand thyself in every possible direction.
lest thou implode.
Many  art the skeletons who crown the portals to
greatness.
 Skeletons of small minded men,thirsting once,for greatness & truth,yet  now ever so silent,resting in the dust of time.


remember to remember
that memory is full of
information
and all it takes
is the reversing
of time to
recollect
quite valuable
material

practice

Practicing the ancient art of archery with words
for arrows targeting the mind and heart
of man

sharp & swift
the arrows
should
be
 & forged
in the fires
of  ancestors

a bow of
elder trees
is always best
but any
strong
bow will
do

 who kills the shadows
of doubt
with fiery words
from the lips of
the dragon
 is  surely the one who
has attained
to the highest of
grades
& who secretly knows
without knowing
the beautiful & dangerous art of
arts


who sits by the fire
of the ancient one
& who listens to the silence
of the wind
he shall be lifted
up
and he shall
be pulled down
and then up
again

for a prolonged
ecstasy
&  kissed
.......times
by the goddess
and by the god
who are one
but not necessarily
at once

Om namah Shivaya

Om namah shivaye
om namah shivaye
 om * om * om *

 namah shivaya


Om namah shivaya

Om namah shivaya

bom bolenat

bom shiva

bom shivaya

bom om shiva om namah

shivaya

om parabrahm om parabraham

om gan ganapatay namah



-om dum durgay namaha-



(repeat)

We are the space,people.

Planet earth
is far out somewhere
in space

&

we are somehow so
darn unique
that
we cannot percieve
the uniqueness
of other life forms
even if it
jumped up and
took a bite
of our ass

our uniqueness
protects us
somehow
from observing
too much
and knowing
too much

our little knowledge
is designed
to fit in our limited
bubble of
excitement
mixed with the
vague
colours of dread

though
by "accident"
man may peer through
the advanced geometric walls of uniqueness
and see and learn
of other lifeforms
and existences

but until that happens
man will continue to deny
the existence
of  spirits & entities
and keep on believing  that he is alone
in the universe

&

loneliness
is a common feature
with common man
 who`s mentality
is a mimicry  of
his neighbour

loneliness
protects its own
&
keeps them from
discovering the
spirit zone


loneliness
is a great
spider web
where souls
die slowly

only the awakening
of the sixth sense
can make the soul
shake itself
from the web
of sleep

meditation alone  for years in a cave
or magic mushrooms
alone in the dark
silence of night
are ways to go about freeing
yourself from your
loneliness
once and for all

when the spirit enters
your once lonely empy space
and fills it with a multitude of life forms
there is no more
loneliness
to speak of
no more
loneliness
to think of
and the feeling
of living in an inhabited
space will
not go away
easily