druppin druppe plaske,se!
væte våte blanke dråpe
se! nu er solen en gåte.
Regnet forteller med fingre som smeller
på taket det braker
når himmelens vogner vrenger
sin våte last
over mus
å gast
Regnet er dråpene på min farmors gode kinn
når hun gråter
gjør hun verden til sin
livet takker hennes lønn
og lever som i bønn
Når jeg var liten
kunne jeg telle til ti
nå er jeg stor å kan
telle til ni
men så er det kveld
og jeg blir som en fell
foran peisen vil jeg ligge
ikke streve ikke rikke
bare ligge der å digge
å gjerne nype te
drikke
men ikke
så mye
at det blir
syreangrep
å hikke.
Lenge såv han utan håve
varkje kjekk
låg dau på låve
dagar gjekk
ikkje eit kvekk
Brått skvett han til og vaknar ganske vild
ofselege verdnar raknar i morgonsolas ild
finn seg sjølve tilbake
i køya
der han tidlegare låg å skøya
hadde skugge-ball på vegg
laga figurar av høner
som la egg
og lange menn
forkledd som step-dansande klegg
Kor skal dette ende
høyrer eg nokon nevne
eg som gjer av beste evne
eller,ops,det er sånt en IKKJe nevner
skryt gjer ofte ein mann lang i snytestang
så lang at det er fare for ildebrann
for
som olje brinn skryte på overflata
braskar seg og dansar flamenco
og den feiges Salsa
som glinsande feitt
breiar skryte seg rundt munne
i den lygn lepjandes lynne
og gjer alt han tek i
til støv å stynne
Ringt søv dei lygnridde
på hestar av stein
rir dei avgårde
utan å finne heim
Lenge laug eg for deg
så lenge at øyro
dine flaug sin veg
på vengjer av lauk
å fuggel nek
Lenge låg eg å stirra på deg
fekk ikkje sove,augna blei hove
augna blei turre
og eg
byrja surre å
klå på deg
å knurre
så vakna du
å rakna
ville meg aldri meir
sakna
Lenge sto eg å skreik etter deg
så lenge at du skaut etter meg
ei kule i leggen å ei i veggen
er det eg hugsar frå den
skrekken
Lange dikt sa du da
hadde ikkje tid
ville dra
bare ord sa du
og så hadebra
så satt jeg der haha
full av faenskap å
en følelse av Dalai Lhama
som ikke ville av meg dra
men den var bra
det skal den ha
følelsen,hahaha
triadiadiolidei
(life is good)
If you say it is good
then it is good
and nothing can change that
but the opposite thought
the opposite thought
the opposite thought
will always appear in the mind of the thinker when he thinks the thoughts expressed to him from just about everywhere around,telepatically as it is
a sensitive mind may pick up the signals from the beautiful little flowers,and tell them how sweet and sinister their appearance is in the eye of the beholder of the beautiful naturalistic scenario unfolding in the very moment,concentrated and breathing at the same wonderful time
and then,you know,the little flowers will show themselves at their best,and even reveal startling secrets unto the sensitive soul.
And everything is,beautiful,i mean kiss the baby in the sun,and all that, and speak tenderly to the trees,and they will mention you in their dreams.
Yes,follow the road of the blissful one,with no eyes upon the road, for he who journeyeth on the eyeless road is a being of lightning.
Dance along to the music of the blissful one,playing the flute and dressing in song
dance along dance along
and sing his song
the blissful one
will kiss you
sista
brotha
loving son
Yes.
Be not scared of the guru,when he comes to you!
as you prayed
for hevan
he will come for you
in the hour elevan
and be ready
says he
for fast goeth
the wagon to the lip of the lord
and swift is his messenger
carrying a bright silver sword
yes cutting away all
your concern for material
world
Leaving you happily everafter
in a trance of total
bliss and everlasting laughter!
Yes,verily,
a most vegetable
state of Wannabe
where you hear the thoughts of trees
you dream the dream of bees
and you swim in the sea
not knowing man or his deeds
in a bliss
one is freed from fear of the snakes hiss
one knows not
trouble
and peace
is understood
on a deeper
level
cosy yet uncuddled.
One is only permitted to consume carrots
and de-caffeinated water
and every hour one must recite the following mantra:
I am blessed and fortified,fortyfive and really messed.
(joke)
Here is proper mantra for the aeon: I talk to myself and the dialouge is good,nay,blossoming,fruity!
Of course i could be joking and making up stuff as it comes
but that is not the question right now.
The question is,how many people are inside me while i am trying to appear as one?
I can easily sense the progressing of people inside me,while concentrating upon the great job of explaining this phenomena.
Because i believe this is a secret that could easily overwhelm the mind of the many.
Many times i have wished i said this above mentioned,but every time i tried to,the people in my head made me forget it
and remember something crazy instead,like why is the moon so pale? disturbing off-topics like that.
There is also the phenomena of short time memory loss,just as one is about to understand the whole of the cosmic relationship
and one is so close one can feel the breath of Ganesha on the cheekbone,there is a ((boff)) sound,and one is back in tunnel vision reality,
remembering nothing but the sound of silence or the strange loud noise of emptyness,vast and void as one disappears into it,swallowed up
by the great hungry mouth of space.
Then the stars,the lamplightchildren of the great hall of darkness man calls night
sings to bring new life,new energy,to the lost babe,and restored by the love and wisdom of the grande ancestral spirit tribe
Life and spirit again fills the emptied child with hope and strength to fight for freedom and peace of mind.
initiation,initiation,initiation,in nichi (asian),cries the children of supernal creation,initiation,initiation,initiation.
Not knowing other words or syllables,they cry out forever and a day time,filling mine ears,mine soul with a deep trancquil sense of....initiation!
Initiated into the mystery of initiation,i am lost and found,gone and returned at the same beautiful time!
There is no loss of time,there is no pressuring into the simple act of breathing,there is another world of peacefulness
simplicity,and a buzzing sound that goes all around,making body and mind feel wholesome and most sound.
There is also the small,but important little icons of indian gurus appearing in a small set window to the left of your soft shoulders
and should be nicely and meditatively approached,as not to disturb their fine deities enshrined within!
Incense and innocense,one should meditate,attune ones self to the great spirits.fire from their divine hands,and the eye of many serpents of light
The will of the gods is the will of the trees,and when it blows softly or even hard
you can see the will of the gods is the will to be free,free to dance,free to feel magic and romance,free to dance,free to consciousness enhance.
The voices in my head,are like the birds on your bed
when they fly,it is the wind that kisses them goodbye
The voices in the world
comes to my head to be heard
by the soul connecting consciousness
of the universal spirit bird
the eagle cries above me
soldiers dance in their graves
below me
The Sun burns my skin
yet soothed by the refreshing
spirit wind
The moon is high
and the forest cry
when the children of the night
tells of the wild and secret
delight
of being alive
And just when i think
there be no more to say
a new spirit comes to bay
full of story feeling gay
and my body they say
is a vehicle
for their worlds
to play
an entrance
and a gateway
for their worlds
to play
full of story
feeling gay
and what can i say
but i think its okay
i have time to play
i never say nay
to a conversation
with the spiritual
dimension
giving most needful
information
of the inna
situation
always needing
loving attention
for the balancing
of the spiritual
dimension
of light and deep mystical love
manifestation
healing from
our ancestral inheritance
of a spirit
nation
united
by the song
and the drum
of the shaman
Thundering Bison
en liten innlagt paos.
det kommer mer
under
her
Fuglan
kvittrer
nebb de pipprer
en lyd
av solans
gull glitter
Fuglens sang
er sjelas navn
den gir livet den fine
klang
I sinnet synger
naturen å nynner
om det som slutta
og det som begynna
Gjennom fjellet
rinner det klåreste
vann.
(reinvann)A
