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