lørdag den 29. november 2008

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


onsdag den 26. november 2008

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

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


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