dikt

Smil

smiler med jobb hver dag dette
skal du ønske deg smil
smil
på bussen i gata på vei
til det du skal ha
med klokka riktig
vei du vil ha
suksess du vil
finne deg selv
smil for du skal kjøpe deg
et hjem et hus
smil mens du kjøper deg
barn og familie
men hva om du en dag
sier det andre
se hvordan hodene
snur seg hodet mot
deg ser deg ikke
i øynene lenge men
et kort øyeblikk
sier de jeg ser deg jeg ser hva du gjør jeg ser at du har tråkket utenfor jeg gir deg min skam vet du ikke du skal ikke ønske deg
livets myke pulsslag mot trommehinnen
spisse ører i nattens indre landskap

ikke ønske deg
smil


Smile

smiles with your job every day this
is what you want smile
smile
on the bus in the street on the way
to what you should have
at time
the right way you want
success you will
find yourself
smile for you will buy
a home a house
smile for you will buy
children and a family
but what if one day you
say the other thing
how the heads
turn towards
you don´t look you
in the eyes long but
briefly
they say I see you I see what you do I see that you have stepped outside the borders I give you my shame do you not know you shouldn´t wish for
you know what you should want not
lifes soft pulse beat against the eardrum
pointed ears in the night's inner landscape

you shouldn´t wish

What is it with those of us who seem to be born with a restless soul? A gypsy heart?
Are we fleeing from something?
Or are we some of the few who live life to the fullest, each moment new and eternal?
Will we ever find rest?
Are we supposed to find rest in life?

- Aasa


The wayward wind
- Patsy Cline

Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And I was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

In a lonely shack by a railroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward bound
Made me a slave to my wand'ring ways

Oh I met a boy in a border town
I vowed we'd never part
Tho' I tried my best to settle down
He's now alone with a broken heart

Oh, I met him there in a border town
He vowed we'd never part
Tho' he tried his best to settle down
Now I'm alone with a broken heart

And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And I was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
The next of kin to the wayward wind

...

I Have Seen A Butterfly
- Lisa Ekdahl
(Translated from Swedish)

I have seen a butterfly
this butterfly was blue
I have seen a butterfly
so beautifully flying by
I wanted to hold
this beauty in my hand
but beauty cannot be held
it is just something you glimpse
once in a while

I have often thought of you
of what you told me, what you knew
and how you awakened all the dreams
I had strangled with my self-despise
You are just as beautiful
like this butterfly I saw
as eternal and fluid are you
as the changeable blue waves of the sea

I have seen a butterfly
a butterfly flew by
I have seen a butterfly
free of melancholy
I wanted to hold
this freedom in my hand
but freedom cannot be held
but if I open my hand
it may rest there
now and then

if I open up my hand
it can rest there
sometimes

.........


Running to stand still
-U2

And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was lying still
Said I, I got to do something
About where I'm going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain
Maybe run from the darkness in the night

Sing now

Singing ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day ha la la de day

Sweet the sin
Bitter the taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to cry with out weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice
You know I took the poison from the poison stream
Then I floated out of here

Singing ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day ha la la de day

She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under a black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging, she is raging
And a storm blows up in her eyes
She will suffer the needle chill
She is running to stand still

...

I still haven't found what I'm looking for
- U2

I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you

I have run I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for

I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
But yes I'm still running.
You broke the bonds
You loosened the chains
You carried the cross
And my shame
And my shame
You know I believed it
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for

(PS: Not a christian personally, but love the theme of that song anyway)

dikt

Noen veier ligner
som minnet om en gjenglemt gate
et sted du har besøkt i søvne

de får deg til å smile
som en hjemkommen katt

du er tilbake
........
A distant longing can be sensed
singing in the bushes
Close your eyes
and touch the grass with your feet
ever so gently
It is an old forgotten song
maybe from childhood
but behind these hills,
shivering in the trees,
they soak your body with life again,
and wander with you thought the blue shadows.
...
jeg strekker meg utover og blandes med skyene
jeg er et tre med blodets vind i årene,
som kjenner blader folde seg forskende ut

jeg strekkes høyere, raskere, videre
til alt i meg drar
opp, opp, opp og forbi
til sluttens rennende overgivelse
mykt og sakte utover

der sprenges mørke, bølgende skyer
av mine nyfunnede røtter
der ser jeg bakken langt nede
hvor du står igjen

nå smiler jeg
endelig

farvel
...

Here is a beautiful poem about death
I heard recently and felt like sharing.
~ Aasa

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

~ Mary Elizabeth Frye

Funny Tests......

.....why don't you try them out?

THE DEATH TEST

THE POLITICAL COMPASS TEST

THE PERSONALITY PROFILER TEST

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The Are You Artistic? Test

Maybe I am just schizophrenic? :P

On quite a few the questions, I could answer more than one alternative,
so I took the test again...second time around I got:

>

Leonardo da Vinci You scored 61% artistic!

You are a true Renaissance person like Leonardo. You could do just well as a painter,musician, inventor, sculptor, architect, engineer or a web designer. As matter of fact anything, if you put your mind to it. This means you are using both hemispheres of your brain equally. Well Done! It's a Gift! That and the dyslexia which many of you might have on some level in this category. Your score is very close to that of Van Gogh's, which means you might want to get organised a bit. Paying more attention to the world around you wouldn't do any harm. Nature strives for balance, so should you. Logically, everyone should fall into this category, which just proves that humans aren't 'just' logical beings. Motivation might just be the missing element to your success. When you have so many talents, it is hard to focus and commit to just one. But it's OK, you don't have to. Explore and enjoy all the possibilities! That is what life is about! Always check your spelling and Good Luck on your journey! ¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨ Your results are in! You are... The Maid of Honor Deliberate Gentle Love Master (DGLM) Appreciated for your kindness and envied for all your experience, you are The Maid of Honor. Charismatic, affectionate, and terrific in relationships, you are what many guys would call a “perfect catch”—and you probably have many admirers, each wishing to capture your long-term love. You’re careful, extra careful, because the last thing you want is to hurt anyone. Especially some poor boy whose only crime was liking you. We’ve deduced you’re fully capable of a dirty fling, but you do feel that post-coital attachment after hooking up. So, conscientious person that you are, you do your best to reserve physical affection for those you respect...so you can respect yourself. Your biggest negative is the byproduct of your careful nature: indecision. You’re just as slow rejecting someone as you are accepting them. ¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨

Brilliant lyrics - smoke a little something and ... Enjoy!

GHOST SONG
~The Doors (of perception)


Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
the day's divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
the time has come again
choose now, they croon
beneath the moon
beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
everything is broken up and dances.

Indians scattered,
On dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s,
Fragile eggshell mind

We have assembled inside,
This ancient and insane theater
To propagate our lust for life,
And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.

The barns have stormed
The windows kept,
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
From the divine mockery of words,
Music inflames temperament.

Ooh great creator of being
Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art
And perfect our lives.

We need great golden copulations,

When the true kings murderers
Are allowed to roam free,
A thousand magicians arise in the land
Where are the feast we are promised?

One more thing

Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light
Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light

A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
From which the future's made

Objectively, I think this movie isn´t very good. But personally it hits me on a deep core level. I get totally emo for days every time I see it. And I think this song is very beautiful. Enjoy!
- Åsa

Random questions....

...I have been pondering...

-Can consciousness "understand" nonexistence?
-Can you experience an altered way of existence through trying to grasp that answer?
-Is human average perception and actions of and around love normally a way of trying to reach validation for our own existence and ego value? Is it only that?
-What is true and pure?
-Is there anything existing that is subjective?
-Can we have a soul and at the same time only live once?
-What is the nature of divinity if our existence is limited by one life only?
-Life is truly a miracle just as it is, just that we are alive is astonishing and strange...and the things we can do even more. Seeing these wonders, but then comparing them to the stages that we probably have the ability to reach. Why is it at the same time that we are so "low". Why does it seem like it takes an entire lifetime to become a true being, and still that is not enough? And why do humans in average never get there? Why is existence so cruel that it has made us into being that can grasp our own incompleteness, but still made it nearly impossible to change it? Humans hide their true nature so much, and they fight so much between themselves, even in small subconscious everyday struggles.
Is it necessary and why?
If you have an opinions about these things it is always nice to hear your thoughts. I guess as long as we all know we don´t have the truth, but an others point of view can always be comforting, even we agree or not.
:-)
~ Aasa