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In between the layers
Not knowing where I am
Er jeg rådvill?
Er jeg spinnvill”
Am I Evil?
Motløs og rotløs
Generøs eller pompøs?

Not coming up
Not coming down
Caught in between the layers

Is it the sun or the moon?
Is it dark or is it light?
Høyre eller venstre?
Skogen kaller og
Under asfalten hyles det
Let us out!

The power is huge
Threatening to explode
Keeping it in –
Not ready
Am I ready?

All the signs
Make me blind
To huge to much
No!
Accept and involve
Allow freedom to enter
Enter?
Mens jeg venter
In between the layers

Under asfalten hyles det
Let us out!

Virkelig underfundig og fornøyelig lesning, Wolf!   

For meg sa dette diktet mer om dette:

http://sjaman.com/index.php?option=com_smf&Itemid=109&topic=1573.msg59266#new

men for deg handler det vel om noe annet Wolf?

Acceptance . Trust .
It is not too much , if allow yourself to breathe
and go with the flow
Observe , listen and see
what this experience is teaching you

"Malaika":



Acceptance . Trust .
It is not too much , if allow yourself to breathe
and go with the flow
Observe , listen and see
what this experience is teaching you

Jeg skal forsøke Malaika  kaos kan jo være gøy... og det åpner for nye muligheter...

er dog redd jeg vil gå forbi der jeg burde stoppet opp...
fordi alt blir litt vel mye på en gang.

Snart er det stille igjen...
dog en ny stillhet
annerledes
med nye elementer.

Jeg håper jeg blir til nytte og at noen blir til nytte for meg
i det nye.

Wolf! Vet ikke om det blir så lett å få hjulpet alle disse her som hyler under asfalten.. rene froskekoret... inne iblant hvilke finnes.. jeg (inne imellom) og kanskje du også? Skogsturer er mye mindre forpliktende  og langt mindre kaotiske.

PS! Unnskyld avsporingen over til meg fra Wolfs dikt... det traff...

(Utenom at jeg venter inne blant de tusen tonns bøker  )

Caught in between layers
captured and trapped?
The world is too much sometimes
and yourself seem on hold

hey hoi!
you, mee, anyone!
what's going on?

breathe in breath out
let moments flow
solution comes
when least you know.

Pow wow!

Det synes meg som om du har fått igjen kraften Lazy  Jeg leste ditt fargesprakende blå dikt også. Her bugner det av kreativ blålilla energi.

Nå.. over til kartongene.. Ha en riktig god sommer 

"Tåkedis":


Jeg skal forsøke Malaika  kaos kan jo være gøy... og det åpner for nye muligheter...

er dog redd jeg vil gå forbi der jeg burde stoppet opp...
fordi alt blir litt vel mye på en gang.

Snart er det stille igjen...
dog en ny stillhet
annerledes
med nye elementer.

Jeg håper jeg blir til nytte og at noen blir til nytte for meg
i det nye.

Det fine med å komme med gode råd til andre, er at jeg selv blir minnet på å følge de selv også 
He he 

I kjærlighet
Malaika 

"Tåkedis":

Wolf! Vet ikke om det blir så lett å få hjulpet alle disse her som hyler under asfalten.. rene froskekoret... inne iblant hvilke finnes.. jeg (inne imellom) og kanskje du også? Skogsturer er mye mindre forpliktende  og langt mindre kaotiske.

A task and a path to go
is given,
and deep howls and screams
even comes from the woods.
We are all in between in this time.
I breathe and go with the flow
the teaching is given
and the threads are weaven
just a last piece in the puzzle remains
before the takeoff...

See you between the layers,many-one.Friendly one.

you painter of spirits.

Aiii Hiii!!

See you between layers.
See you behind the woods
and beneath the mountain
above the sea and within the winds!

I will kiss the prince! Jihaaa!! hahaha!

Dette diktet likte jeg veldig godt. Lagvis tvil og tro og kaos. Til og med språkbruken er forvirrende her. Perfekt å  veksle mellom norsk og engelsk her.

shamanens vei 

Kaos e kjekt.
(når det skaper orden)

Kaos- 0 energien-etter det kommer man et skritt videre ,vi slutter aldrig å lære noe nytt, ingen har sagt det er en lett vei, etter regn kommer sol glad i dere vandrere   

”And who, at the same time, as a human being, is far freer in a strange land than he has ever been at home......
Home! The very word begins to have a despairing and diabolical ring."
--James Baldwin, The Fire Next

What first came to my mind was an old song: “Torn between two lovers, acting like a fool, loving both of you, is breaking all the rules.”  and a my own interpretation. I read your poem slowly, tasting the words one by one, being reminded about a time when I slowly yet painfully became aware of, that my life and myself have been torn between two different homelands: On the one side, being homebound and tested to live this life, and the other , the faraway place where my spirit once was born and where it again will soar. Apparently stuck, yes, but I finally realized I was going somewhere, half the battle was already underway.

From Taoist teaching; the only emotion that actually exist, is fear. Fear in disguise, find it.

Mega bra dikt!
We are all in between in this time 

Sitat:
when I slowly yet painfully became aware of, that my life and myself have been torn between two different homelands: On the one side, being homebound and tested to live this life, and the other , the faraway place where my spirit once was born and where it again will soar. Apparently stuck, yes, but I finally realized I was going somewhere, half the battle was already underway.

These words say it all for me! And so it is!