The piper's calling

The piper’s calling me from afar
From a distant land
Near the edge of chaos
Where the ferryman still lives
Boating lost souls across

He’s playing lost tunes
From ancient times
Now lost an forgotten
Where dragons roamed the sky

He’s playing about two young lovers
So enthralled by love
At first
But then the darkness creeps upon them
And love is now turned into
Hatred

The piper knows the old tunes
He knows about the forgotten places
So listen when he plays

Everyday spirituality

I come from an empty place
Inside me is hope
Fear and loss
But when I turn
I see beauty in all

I walk with beauty
And beauty answers my prayers
I smell the rosebuds
I park my car in the busy parking lot
I am trapped here
But I still smile
Because I know
Know you

Writing poetry

My pen moves softly across the paper, as I reach inside to touch that empty place. It is from this place my poetry springs forth. It matures out of nothingness, like a flower in full bloom, coming from nowhere. This is the place I try to reach, to rest in, to be in. I madly try to capture the brief moments where I touch the place. Such delicacy it is, and the pain of not arriving is only measured by a man deeply in love, trying to capture the sweet taste of his lover's kiss. In this he can only fail, and so he settles for the reflection.
To write from such a place requires courage as one's heart is exposed to the arrows of criticism; but if it is completely open, the arrows will miss their target.
Poetry is an apt expression of life; there are days when the pen moves smoothly across the paper, pouring out the innermost secrets of life, and there are days where the pen is best left in the drawer, so the sheet of paper remains blank.
I write from moment to moment, well knowing that it is a dance with the absolute.

Near the end of the rainbow

I see her as a butterfly

Happily humming along

Dum de de dum de dong

Near the end of the rainbow

With her wings spread out

Ready to dance with life,

She stops at a lake

And wonders

Near the end of the rainbow

Sometimes I see her

With a smile on her face

While she dances

To an unheard melody

Inside her heart

Near the end of the rainbow

The enso

Out of emptiness
On a blank piece of paper
I draw my enso

So perfect
That is is almost unreal

I discover a flaw in the circle
And smile

Life is not perfect after all

A child in the crowd

Standing in an empty crowd
All lost in thought
like everybody else

A mother with a crying child
breaks the silence
She hushes her child

Struggling to silence
The only thing that connects her
with the present

My heart's prayer

My heart's most precious prayer
slips out
through the window of my soul

It flies away on wings of silver
Into the night

Embraced by hope
of a new beginning
I sit down and pray

That I may stay in this moment forever

endnu et Zen digt

Dette digt skrev jeg under mit ophold på Zen templet i Frankrig, og omhandler meditation og erkendelsen af at vi allerede er der hvor vi skal være, alt er indeni os allerede, hvis vi stopper og lytter!!

Still as a mountain
I sit in Zazen
Outside the hall
I hear a lark
Or is the sound in my head already?
I don’t know
- Lasse Petersen

A recognition

In the moment we start to recognize
There is a gradual change
In our heart
When we sit still

Then
And only then
Do we stop and listen
To the singing of the birds

still sitting

Hey trofaste læsere

det her digt jeg skrev for en uges tid siden, jeg sad ved siden at en krage-statue ved siden af kirken ved ravnsbjerg kirken, og så poppede det her digt op i hovedet og jeg skyndte mig derefter hjem og skrev det ned...here you go

I sit
Next to the crow
Listening to the wind
Trying to figure out where it blows

Embraced by silence
In the shadows
I breathe
Tired of chasing illusions
Inside my own head

I know they are all just empty in nature
But still we choose to follow them

Like phantoms chasing water
Without knowing that we are head-deep in it

Sit still
And breathe

- Lasse Petersen

Zen digte

Mit sidste nye påfund er at jeg har nørklet lidt med nogle Zen digte, Zen digte er korte digte som indeholder en dyb mening og livsindsigt... og det er virkelig svært at fange et øjebliksbillede af virkeligheden da den hele tiden er i bevægelse...men her goes nothing

Et barns stille hvisken
En mild latter
Cikadernes berusende sang
I forårets milde luft

Jeg sidder på min pude
Midt på græsset
Og lytter
Til mig selv

Dark Eyes

Dette digt var et jeg skrev i et af mine mørke øjeblikke, det handler om begær og lyst og til sidst, kærlighed...enjoy

Dark eyes were upon her
she could feel him wanting her
deep into the very core of her being
on the surface he seemed to be a mixture of
dark and sweet

He moved closer
like a tiger moving in on it prey
he felt her breath pounding
she wanted him to take her
he circled around her
she could smell his perfume
it was intoxicating
her senses were alert
her only focus was him

He moved closer and kissed her softly on her lips
she was his now
he knew

he was a warrior
she was just prey
It was too easy

For him it was just a normal night
just another girl
just another preyj
ust another broken heart

But he knew that love was not in the game, it was every where

Kabuls Gader

Et lille digt jeg skrev i bussen forlede dag....

Kabuls Gader

Jeg havde altid været alene
Indtil nu
I udkanten af min fantasi fik jeg øje på dig

Du stod i regnen
Dråberne kærtegnede din hud
Som en blid elskers berøring

Lige i udkanten af min fantasi

Der hvor alting starter
Lige inden virkeligheden begynder
Der blev jeg forelsket
I dig

Var det virkelighed eller blot en fatamorgana?

Du var en mørk skønhed
Med sorte øjne
Fra en fjern markedsplads i Kabuls snoede gader

Din berøring sendte mig halvvejs i himmelen
For derefter at dratte hovedkulds tilbage igen
Tilbage, til min egen fantasiverden

En refleksion af min passion eller blot et fatamorgana?

Et kort sekund i mit liv

Et vidunderligt dejligt digt, jeg elsker det selv. udtrykker endnu et af livets små øjeblikke...

Et kort sekund I mit liv
Hvis nogen spørger mig om jeg har elsket dig
så sig intet
hvis nogen spørger om jeg har levet fuldt
så smil
hvis nogen spørger om jeg har sunget i vilden sky af glæde
så sig ja
hvis nogen spørger om jeg har vist dig min verden
så benægt det ikke
hvis nogen spørger hvorfor
så sig til dem

at hver gang mit blik strejfede dit
kun et øjeblik
gik verden i stå
vores verdner var forenet
jeg kunne føle din smerte og glæde
på samme tid

De korte sekunder jeg var med dig føltes
Som evigheder

Nu hvor jeg står ved din grav
Ved jeg
At jeg har elsket dig
Altid

Kærligheden var de små intime øjeblikke
Lige under begæret
De små simple
Dog komplekse øjeblikke
Hvor vi delte noget specielt

Jeg Fælder en tåre for dig
Men jeg ved at du altid er med mig
Så smilet på mine læber er ægte

Jeg ved du er der i mit hjerte
En del af mig

The Darkness

Dette digt skrev jeg da jeg legede den mørke vandrer, som vandrer alene gennem livet, han er i os alle, han er den forstående del af os, men også den skræmmende...

The darkness inside
Drenched in pain
Taken by the shadows
I wander alone
down the path of life

Accompanied by my shadow
I battle the demons inside my head
I carry the sword of truth by my side

I strike
the demons inside my head
I battle
The darkness along my path
I shackle them
with chains of love
And kill them with my passion to live

I know I am alone
But I know I am strong
I find the strength
Inside my heart

En Hvisken

Et øjebliksbillede af kærligheden, de små glimt som gør livet værd at leve og opleve

En hvisken
En stille hvisken
Gennemtrænger mørket
efterfulgt af stilhed
jeg fanger dit blik
I et sekund
-eller mere
Tiden står stille
jeg sporer et smil på dine læber

Som om...
Som om du ville fortælle mig noget
men tier
fordi stilheden siger mere end ord

Jeg tar' din hånd i min
mærker varmen
klemmer den blidt
vi begynder at gå
gennem mørket
mod lyset
som bliver stærker og stærkere

The enchantress

Dette er en forskønnelse af et af livets små øjeblikke. hvor man en travl dag får øjenkontakt med en fremmed, i det her tilfælde en pige. Man tager erindringen med sig hjem og gemmer den i hjertets skatkammer...
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The enchantress

I passed her on the street the other day
For just a moment I gazed into her eyes
Just for a moment…
And I was caught forever in the depths of her soul
Now I whisper her name in my dreams
Just before I pass away
Into the realm of dreams

When I wake up I see her face before me
Whispering my name

I am lost forever in her love

The Beast inside us all

H.C Andersens og mange andre forfattere har brugt skyggen til at repræsentere det vi som mennesker undertrykker og skubber til side. Det er de ting som forrykker vores indre balance til den ene eller den anden side, det som får os til at rykke væk fra vores center. det ultimative er at være i orkanens øje og være opmærksom på alt, men proaktiv, det vil sige, kun reagere når du selv vælger at reagere..

The beast inside us all

I lived my life like ever one else did
Booze, girls, reckless nights with beautiful girls
I didn’t care much, and I didn’t ask for much in return
I just lived my life with my fancy façade and my disarming smile

But then it came
sneaking up on me like a creature in the night
I could have foreseen it’s coming
I should have heard the warnings of the prophets
But I didn’t

There creature crept up on me
I was caught
Unaware of the consequences of what I have just done
Misinformed….. Or did I really care when it was foretold

Now the creature is my shadow
Lurking to devour me, if I do not fight it
Fight it with all my strength
Waiting for a cure

Will it ever come?
Or will the monster always be lurking in the shadows
Ready to stalk people who don’t know it is there?

If you’re strong you’ll survive
If you give up you will succumb

So fight it, don’t ever give up
Make your own life worth living again
Just be aware of your shadow now

Lost Love

Dette digt er også gammelt. Det beskriver en persons indre rejse i hans søgen efter kærligheden, hans indre frygt og tør han tage chancen, man mærker hans desperation og hans søgen efter kærligheden, men kan den virkelig "findes", for mig "er" kærligheden hele tiden, over det hele.

Lost love

When your gaze fell upon me
You made me feel weak
As if you looked into my very soul
My soul, an endless darkness with no light to light it
But you gaze penetrated the darkness
And lit a light in the darkness

And when you smiled at me
The earth and sky became one
The variety of colours were endless
For the first time I felt good

But the feeling was swift
Swift as a shadow
Gone as when dawn breaks
And the sun sets the sky afire

When you left me I felt hurt
Hurt and lonely

I crept confused around in the halls of love
All doors were shut tight
All I could hear was the endless echo of my own breathing
I searched like crazy to find an open door
But none of my keys would fit

Time was precious
I had to move fast
Now I heard footsteps down the hall
I listened
Breathing hard
Has it been a swift idea in my clouded head?

The sound moved closer now
My breathing was more rapid
I felt there was a chance

With my clouded vision I saw a shape
It was undefined, but there, thought
It stretched its hand towards me
And presented me with
A key

My search was over… or was it just started?

Gone

Også et af mine ældre digte, strukturen er simpel, men digtet formår stadigvæk at udtrykke det jeg følte på daværende tidspunkt

Gone

You were always there for me
When I needed your comfort
When I needed your love
When I needed your care
When I needed your kindness

You were always there for me
You returned my feelings
You returned my love

You made me feel special
I gave you my heart
I gave you my love

But now you are gone…. Out of my life forever
With someone else
You love someone else
But I still love you

When we were together
Life was easy
Cause’ we are so far apart
Ever time I pass you on the street
I cry silent tears in the rain

I would give my soul
For a single moment with you again
Feel your soft skin
Listen when you whisper sweet words in my ears

But you are forever gone
Out of sight
But I still can’t get you out of my head

Light in the darkness

Det følgende digt er en del år gammelt og var da jeg så småt startede ud med min digtning. Jeg skriver kun har jeg føler for det, men jeg synes de er sjove at have med, selvom de er gamle...

Light in the darkness

You were there to hear my laughter
You were there to make me smile
You where there to take my pain
We were connected with an invisible chain

Now the chain is gone
An open wound is all that’s left
The memory of you is fading away

My heart calls your name with every beat
Without you my world is not complete

Every time I get back on my feet
A small fragment of you love is present
It strikes me like a whip
Once again I fall

Spring comes and with it new hopes
I cast away the shackles of my heart
The ones that once kept me down

I start Anew

Opvågningens time

Dette digt, skrev jeg tidligt sidste år, et stykke tid efter jeg slog op med min daværende kæreste. Hun forstod ikke helt hvad det var jeg lavede, og jeg blev nød til at bryde op med hende, der var også flere årsager. Hun vil dog altid være i mit hjerte og jeg vil altid huske hendes smil og hendes grin. Digtet indikerer et slags vendepunkt i mit liv. Jeg skrev det en nat på mit daværende arbejde. Jeg har en helt speciel tilknytning til det...

Opvågningens time:

Et dødt Ekko lyder stumpt i natten
lyden af stilhed er kvælende
min sjæl længes hjem
Halvt vågnet op af drømmen tumler jeg rundt i natten
som en søvngænger
Et glimt af virkeligheden slår min verden omkuld
drømmer jeg eller er jeg virkelig vågen?

Who am I

prøv og find ud af hvad jeg beskriver i dette digt? skriv det i kommentar boksen nedenunder...

Who am I?

My name is whispered among the youth
But they do not understand me
My name is used among the elders
But only a few of them understands me

In a time long forgotten
I was understood
by the fair maidens and the young lads
But now my name has lost it's meaning

Often I am misunderstood
Or taken for granted

People bind themselves in my name
even though I am meant to set them free
I am to be found everywhere
But people think I am exclusive

Who am I, and what is my name?

Whisper it!

Hyms to the godess of night and sleep

Hyms to the godess of night and sleep

I pray to you in silence
My heart is vulnerable and open
distant shadows
dance upon my walls

Seduce me mistress
seduce me with your sweet embrace
guide me to your kingdom
Let your robe of darkness cover me

I close my eyes and leave this world
I enter through the veil
the land of dreams
guided by your tender hand

Reveal to me the secrets of your kingdom
seduce me with your prophecy
let the creatures of the night guide me
lead me on the path to light

...A wild flash
Only deeper darkness
I feel love guide me
I am home
I must remember this dream

A tribute to women

Dette digt skrev jeg fordi jeg erkender at kvinder er nogle fantastiske skabninger, Barry Long kalder dem en manifestation af kærlighed og manden er kærlighed med autoritet. Og jeg er ganske enig. Men tit glemmer vi mænd hvad det vil sige at tage en kvinde med storm, at virkelig vise hende hvad hun er værd og hvad hun står for, og hvad du selv står for...er glad for du vil bruge din tid sammen med mig...enjoy

A tribute to women
Soft is her voice
while she whispers my name in the night
Tender is her touch when she caress my skin
Our souls join when I look upon her face

Her look takes me away into a world
yet unknown to me
She carries me away to a distant land
In her sweet embrace I am born again
I become a creature of love

Our souls joined in holy union
by a powerful force
Love

I try to look away
But her eyes enchant me
I am forever bound to her

I Now understand the ancient sages
When they said that love binds the body
and sets free the soul

I whisper her name in the silence of the night

Was it just a dream?

The mirror

Dette digt kræver nok lidt granskelse ind i mennesket og hvem vi er som helhed...Jeg skrev det efter jeg havde læst Talke with Ramana Maharshi og havde siddet i meditation i et godt stykke tid efter...jeg prøver med en barnlig nysgerrighed at forstå mig selv og min omverden

The mirror:
I am a mirror reflecting you
you, are but the reflection of I
but who is this I
I am you and are you me?
And forever we are in eternity

So remove the shackles of your past
Tear away the veils that covers your heart
be free in Love

As "I am" the mirror and the veil

The vastness of your love

En af mine virkelig store inspirationskilder til min digtning er den persiske digter Rumi samt Khalil Gibran, de forstår begge af fortrylle folk med ord. rumi var sufi og hans digte var udtryk for hans oplevelser med det guddommelige og kærligheden, og de er virkelig smukke..tjek dem ud

The vastness of your love

The vastness of the ocean
Doesn’t compare
With the things I see
When I look
Into your deep blue eyes

I see the beginning and the end
Of the world

My heart sings when you touch me
I’m broken to tears when you laugh
And I am returned to you
When you smile at me

It all goes on just for a while
Until I realize that you have been with me all along.

The lovers at the night market

Følgende digt blev inspireret af en af mine veninder som er en virkelig smuk Iransk kvinde, og hun satte nogle tanker i gang og inspirerede mig til at skrive dette digt...nyd det

The lovers at the night market

I see you at the night market
Your fragrance enthrals my senses
I watch your steps
you walk with an unearthly grace
surrounded with mystery

When I loose track of you
my beloved
In the crowd of people
I loose my centre

In the moments you are with me
I feel like a drunkard
With illusions swirling around my head
Softly you whisper your name in my ear

And when I embrace you
I wake up
to another reality

Love is the antidote
to break
the veil of ignorance
which separates us from you
and ourselves

velkommen

Hejsa

Denne blog kommer til at indholde mine digte som jeg har skrevet i årenes løb, de kommer til at blive lagt ind i en tilfældig rækkefølge...kommenter dem endelig...måske udgiver jeg dem når der er nok...det er både engelske og danske...

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