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“My” Art

Everyday we start up and move continuously until we again stop. It is a cycle we are forever embedded within, and shall always continue to act out. The stories you know are a part of who we see you as. Funnily enough we are all acting out stories which originate from the same point.

I provoke you.

Ask what this text is, and you will get a lot of answers, ask how this text was created and you will have to make your own. Your need to understand this text, shall lead you to be ever perplexed by your obvious greed.

At night we charge our energy to spread it out on a new day. I suspect we often run into a habit of routine in body and mind, where spontaneous thought or action are only ideas that our past self was allowed. Realize that you can restart continuously and with new wavelengths in mind throughout your life.

The red pill can be a daily dosage.

Stepping into a new dimension, even if by only  a single toe, creates a huge amount of butters to fly. Watching you watching the butterflies brings incredible joy, though it usually leaves as your gaze moves to the sunrays.

You are entering the middle of creation, and as your next choice leads you forward, your point of return becomes potential.

Having a foot inside the paper, leads me to go to great lengths for company at this wittering tree.

As we try to reform our inner turmoil, it continuously moves in the same pattern, to the watchers with the distance of understanding.

We start up a new day, and the sun shines upon our

souls.

……

If you want meaning from my art,

you shall Find it.

In the meantime,    

let you be.

…..

I could write anything, and as long as i Find it worth my time i continue to do so. As long as you want to understand why i cared to write this you shall continue to read. After reading this you want to know if your investment was worthwhile, and look for quality and other valuables.

Swoooosh… there went the train, and as i wait for the next train to come i could write anything…

…..

«Ingenting er sterkere enn familie, kjærlighet, stedstilhørighet og balanse. Derimot er ingenting mer åpent til adapsjon en mennesket.»

  • Sagt av et menneske

Vår persepsjon om hva de ovennevnte tingene ser ut som, føles som og skapes av, er i en evig endring.

Dagen du ikke lengre er åpen for endring i en del av ditt sinn er dagen livet skal få deg til å føle vondt om all motvind.

Energien i vår kropp kan alltid gi et nytt dykk ned, og når du er langt nok nede

kan en katt

bli om til en hattifnatt.

Kaninen vender aldri hjem,

og gjenskaper virkeligheten

I mangelen av en venn.

Turen vekk fra varmen, skal få deg til å føle styrken av den indre alarmen.

Når det som en gang var flatt

er blitt rundt,

er plutselig det solide

under dine føtter,

Usikre plastikk-røtter.

……

Jeg forstår alt

må du forstå.

Du forstår så lite

jeg får lyst til å gå.

Du famler i din

egenhet, fordi

du tror du ikke vet.

Jeg vet at dette ikke stemmer

derfor orker jeg ikke si noe lenger.

Det jeg lager

interesserer

og gir lyst i dine øyner

fordi jeg også ser

hva som får meg

til å føle på mit

eget liv som

et under.

…..

We discuss to come to the core of our lore.

In the meantime

the only ones who seem

to care are the ones who

tap into share.

Some do so directly with vision or sound,

some only partly

through their hearth or their mind.

Despite the difference of struggle

we all wait or innate

and do our best

to relate

as we wait for our

«Faith»

which often enough is

eating my meat

or taking to the messy

kind of «seat».

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Det nye grønne;

Til tross for

alle slitne og sårede sjeler

som fortiden uten mening stjeler

så er det i hjerte av stormen den nye bendelormen

skyter til været og gir nytt håp om tilstede i kroppene

våre med ære lytte og hvitt og grønt om lære.

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På roen;

Her jeg sitter for meg selv

sitter det også meg for andre

jeg skriver hvis det er gjenklang

det er fra suse av alt det andre

for til tross for en albaner

er det gromme lianer

vi unngår de dypeste aner

en er ei veganer

i spis mei selv at

og rant i dei første elver

fra den krasse kometen

en kan fortsatt se

etterskjelva

det viser seg det

at alene om å være

en må gå ned på kne

og la himmelen deg se

ei ære med

å sitte med deg

alle de andre?

Ja de, de ler av meg.

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n.f.a.l

30 Chapters later, we feel much greater.
Time has passed, perceptions changes
on the daily, all the time
no clear answer
no reading on or between the line
I weigh my head to the right
I feel all right
Instantly now
instead it was then
all along

you were my friend.

I breath in the green light and the sweet of the night
I know i will continue to struggle with so much
my visions
my deep understanding
the whole being of myself is so demanding
I am not sure I know how to burn
Have i ever bin in fire
hear a frequenzy so balanced and so clear

We are all there.

Inbetween the tall forest trees
in between the tails of rustle and the bees that hustle
caught in the winds and led by the river
In the warm damp and in the cold nights shiver
I sit so still on the rock by the mountain of longing
watching the blue seas and how strong they are becoming
In the black and vast ocean that is above the blue
there is options and new sights
for those in deep blue.
The one most lonely i know
flowing in it’s own proximity at all cost
how many pages of the book

has pink lost.

There are many noices around
Yet a profound silence can be found
.