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.
lørdag den 29. november 2008
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
onsdag den 26. november 2008
The enso
tirsdag den 25. november 2008
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
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
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
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