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

I love the philosophy of the
Tao Te Ching


"No growt without assistance
no action without reaction
no desire without restraint
give yourself up and find yourself again

Tangible things have no permanence
there is nothing we can hold onto in this world
let go and possess what is real"

"If you want to become whole,
let yourself be partial.
If you want to become straight,
let yourself be crooked.
If you want to become full,
let yourself be empty.
If you want to be reborn,
let yourself die.
If you want to be given everything,
give everything up."

"When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.

Being and non-being create each other.
Difficult and easy support each other.
Long and short define each other.
High and low depend on each other.
Before and after follow each other.

Therefore the Master
acts without doing anything
and teaches without saying anything.
Things arise and she lets them come;
things disappear and she lets them go.
She has but doesn't possess,
acts but doesn't expect.
When her work is done, she forgets it.
That is why it lasts forever."


"Fill your bowl to the brim
and it will spill.
Keep sharpening your knife
and it will blunt.
Chase after money and security
and your heart will never unclench.
Care about people's approval
and you will be their prisoner."

"Giving birth and nourishing,
having without possessing,
acting with no expectations,
leading and not trying to control"

"Free from desire, you realize the mystery.
Caught in desire, you see only the manifestations."


"Practice not-doing,
and everything will fall into place."

"Look, and it can't be seen.
Listen, and it can't be heard.
Reach, and it can't be grasped.

Above, it isn't bright.
Below, it isn't dark.
Seamless, un-nameable,
it returns to the realm of nothing.
Form that includes all forms,
image without an image,
subtle, beyond all conception.

Approach it and there is no beginning;
follow it and there is no end.
You can't know it, but you can be it,
at ease in your own life.
Just realize where you come from:
this is the essence of wisdom."


Read more from the Tao Te Ching

Merry Xmas

Give a goat to a family in need

In our western society we have a huge pressure and focus on mass-consumerism.
Now in Xmas times, instead of giving to those who have everything, maybe we can give to those who have less, to somebody that actually need it...
World vision; give a present that counts
Gaver som forandrer verden
The 10 Principles of Greener Gift-Giving

The strenght of weakness

"Now I want you to listen to me closely. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person, who bad things have happened to. Do you understand? Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We have all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the power we choose to act on. That's who we really are."
- Sirius in Harry Potter

- I have felt one thing to be very true; the grandest of strengths is daring to accept personal weakness, in front of an other...but especially and maybe before the latter is even possible - to yourself...Give up the fight and see your humanity in the eyes, shatter the perfect image you strive for, dare to show hurt, vulnerability, all those feelings we in general try to hide so well, but still all carry somewhere inside.
But I guess this is something that needs to come from within...I just had it come to me strongly one day. I had of course heard people say it many times before, thought it sounded good and true, but it is a huge difference in understanding something with your head, and getting a understanding deep inside...like an answer that arises from the core of yourself.
Can life ever be about winning? Gaining power? Be the best one? Be the prettiest one? The smartest? The most desired? Well, of course yes, it will make you feel great, cause in that moment you feel it is overwhelmingly wonderful and strong. It is a feeling of pleasure and winning. But then it fades and you always need more. For some reason these things never last long, these outer "winnings" fade quickly, and one needs refill. It is an eternal chase because the feeling is there merely in the minute you achieve it. So you need it again. And in that way it never stops. You get into a circle of wanting more, which is like an endless spiral moving upwards and that makes you thirst more for every conquest. So, in a way you win, but in an other you loose, again and again and again and get more caught into the net the more you play it. Until one day, I imagine, you get to a place where this is the only things that matters to you, and that is what you live for...a true nightmare. You have forgotten the core of life.

I think you can win, but in the long run and in a totally different way...rather opposite actually. And this is the strongest battle your soul might ever win too. You can except defeat. You can give the battle over. You can unclench the fist that holds around power, success, beauty and all that, and give in to what we really are...human beings with weaknesses and strengths. We are not either or....we are.
I don´t mean to sounds like a preacher now, but maybe I do. I just had this come to me so strongly today and I just needed to express it in words. And maybe, give somebody else a spark of inspiration on the road they are walking too...who knows?

Merry Xmas everybody
Warm hugs
~ Åsa

Kan speilet tale

av Sigbjørn Obstfelder

"Kan speilet tale?

Speilet kan tale!

Speilet skal se på dig hver morgen,
forskende,
se på dig med det dybe, kloge øie,
- dit eget!
hilse dig med det varme, det mørkeblå øie:
Er du ren?
Er du tro?"

Some videos

I just wan´t to sear some videos / sings I really like.
Hope you´ll enjoy :-)
..............

This is kick-ass beautiful. I cry every time I watch it.
Claire de lune (Debussy)


.................
What A Wonderful World
One of the most over-used yet most wonderful songs EVER!
That´s a man with vitality and voice, dude!!! RESPECT!
Enjoy and always remember - IT IS a wonderful world! ;-)
Louis Armstrong – What A Wonderful World

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong

..............

An other classic that NEVER dies! And what a text!
(except I could do without the last line, too codependent, haah!)
Edith Piaf – Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

Je ne regrette rien 
(I regret nothing)
Non ! Rien de rien
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait
Ni le mal, tout ?a m'est bien Úgal !
Non ! Rien de rien...
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
J'ai payÚ, balayÚ, oubliÚ
Je me fous du passÚ !

Avec mes souvenirs
J'ai allumÚ le feu
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs
Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux !
BalayÚs mes amours
Et tous leurs trÚmolos
BalayÚs pour toujours
Je repars Ó zÚro...

Non ! Rien de rien...
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait
Ni le mal, tout ?a m'est bien Úgal !
Non ! Rien de rien...
Non ! Je ne regrette rien...
Car ma vie, car mes joies
Aujourd'hui, ?a commence avec toi !


I regret nothing
No, nothing at all, I regret nothing at all
Not the good, nor the bad. It is all the same.
No, nothing at all, I have no regrets about anything.
It is paid, wiped away, forgotten.
I am not concerned with the past, with my memories.
I set fire to my pains and pleasures,
I don´t need them anymore.
I have wiped away my loves, and my troubles.
Swept them all away.
I am starting again from zero.

No, nothing at all, I have no regrets
Because from today, my life, my happiness, everything,
Starts with you!
........
Then, an other classic. It is impossible to not move when listening to this song

Easy, yet thoughtprovoking(?) riddle

A father and his son is driving around in a horrible storm, the father looses control of the car and they crash into a tree. The father dies immediately.
The son is taken by ambulance to the nearest hospital. But when he arrives in the surgery-room the doctor calls out, "Oh, no, it is my son"
How is this possible?

Something to think about: Global dimming / global warming

Global dimming is a term describing the gradual reduction in the amount of sunlight observed reaching the Earth's surface since the 1950s.
The effect varies by location but globally is of the order of a 5% reduction over the three decades 1960-1990; the trend has reversed during the past decade. Global dimming creates a cooling effect that may have led scientists to underestimate the effect of greenhouse gases on global warming dimming may have caused large scale changes in weather patterns.
Climate models speculatively suggest that this reduction in sunshine at the surface may have led to the failure of the monsoon in sub-Sharon Africa during the 1970s and 1980s, together with the associated famines, caused by Northern hemisphere pollution cooling the Atlantic.
This is not universally accepted and is very difficult to prove.Some scientists now consider that the effects of global dimming have masked the effect of global warming, and that resolving global dimming may therefore have a major and previously unpredicted impact on temperatures and sea levels.
Initial work to incorporate the effects of global dimming suggest that world temperatures may rise by 2 °C by 2030, and as much as 10 °C by 2100; this is a doubling of the widely accepted figure of a 5 °C rise in global temperature this Century.
If this were to be so, such large increases would lead to the melting of the Greenland icecap, major reductions in the extent of tropicreinforcingsts, and significant rises in sea levels.
A further speculation is that such a rise in temperature would trigger a rapid and irreversible release of the huge deposits of methane hydrates currently locked beneath the ocean floor, releasing methane gas, one of the most powerful of the greenhouse gases.
A similar mechanism is one of the theories proposed to explain the Permian-Triassic extinction event approximately 252 million years ago, and the extinctions associated with the Paleocene-Eocene Thermal Maximum around 55 million years ago.
It is estimated that it took the planet as long as 100,000 years to recover to a "normal state" following the Thermal Maximum.

Hilarious.......
(A repost)

Artists erect giant pink bunny on mountain

An enormous pink bunny has been erected on an Italian mountainside where it will stay for the next 20 years.

The 200-foot-long toy rabbit lies on the side of the 5,000 foot high Colletto Fava mountain in northern Italy's Piedmont region.

Viennese art group Gelatin designed the giant soft toy and say it was "knitted by dozens of grannies out of pink wool".

Group member Wolfgang Gantner said: "It's supposed to make you feel small, like Gulliver. You walk around it and you can't help but smile."

And Gelatin members say the bunny is not just for walking around - they are expecting hikers to climb its 20 foot sides and relax on its belly.

The giant rabbit is expected to remain on the mountain side until 2025.

The Dracul
Just a few thoughts on symbolism and facing inner darkness
by Åsa
Click here to read

dikt

my heart is a crack in the door my
soul is still watching the
shimmering lights of your
soft licking presence my
skin still feels your
veins curled around me in a pulsating
embrace while i close
the door
and walk into the night

out here I can only see the distant
warmth from your windows I
am walking slowly down an unknown
path the trees are rustling in my
ears my heart still brings soft
eccos of being open like
a bird
spreading out its feathers gently
welcoming love
that will not be yours
I am free


....




Through dark thickets I
gaze into the mystery at
the shores of my own unknowing

Here the stones turn into water
and spirits fill the air

Here the crashing waves
is like the call of a siren
Beckoning me yet further in

Now I am drawn into the darkness of oceans

dikt

Poems
To different kinds of love, the lost, the happy, the newly found and the left behind
Some old, some new, but all
~ By Aasa


I

Every word you say pulls me

back to you
even the cold ones secretly

whisper to take you back
to a place of

pleasure and pain

Some part of me still longs for

this deeply
The place I know

I can´t survive

The place I know

I can't be


...

Goodbye

is silent drops of
sadness like a little brook floating into
my room slowly and softly covering
the table the floor the furniture dripping from
the ceiling into my bed whisking
gently while its floating upon
everything
below me under
me around me

Its a whisper nearly
tenderly stroking me with
melancholia and happiness at the
same time but I can smile now....

...

Your walls

your hardness stares back at me
and floating in this distance between us

it is all I feel

until suddenly

for reasons not known to me

softly, like a a shy rush,
my heart taste the understanding of you

so I let go of you in knowing that
we deeply met in souls

nobody sees you clearer
than the who sat in the same corners
as your own lost pain

but I am done trying
to climb your walls

...

Unknown
Poem written by Jonathan Weber and Aasa Bergem

Through dark thickets I
gaze into the mystery at
the shores of my own unknowing

Here the stones turn into water
and spirits fill the air

Here the crashing waves
is like the call of a siren
Beckoning me yet further in

Now I am drawn into darkness of oceans

...

Deep eyes
To Gil with love

I look into your eyes
I dive, deeply
I can travel here
I know these paths
I recognize them

I follow the road deeper
into you
where the forest is bushy and leaves tickle with dew
I can breath this air, I can smell these paths,
the moss on the ground is my home

I have been here
somewhere
in my soul lies a memory of these hills
I know you - I know you
And yet I don't
you are new and old to me

I can travel in your eyes
I can get lost there in this forest, these woods

Hopelessly, pleasurably, wonderfully lost

...


Daniel / Early spring

You have words I can not goldpaint
they just exist, in the air
like soaring sparrows or dragonflies
with silverlight wings

they are glimmering in the thought
of everything that made them real
I am smiling while I put them down
one by one around my pillow
and fall asleep
surrounded
by you

now reality is better
than my own imagination

...

Silence

This silence is so
soft it is nearly tender against
my skin

The juice in my dreams
was squeezed out by your words
everything that is left is
this soft silence in
my goodbye

...

A meeting
I:
Pouring over with lust
to take a straw
and slurp you up nice and quietly
with a friendly little bourgeois expression
but with intense power
from my lungs
explosive inwards breath
like a cannibalistic tribute to the unknown love

...

II:
you! use a lot of
exclamation points
I pick them up
like little secret gestures
and hide them in my pockets
slowly

while I am watching the speed lights from my
old supersonic trains tumble past me
I am no longer
a passenger
I am just sitting in wordless answers on
my bedrooms platform
savoring the exciting silence between us
while I smile
gently
into the wall

....

III:
what your words are hiding
speaks a language only
my vision understand
it sings
warmly and soothing
your secrets are sparking
deep in there
I like to watch that in your eyes
which my mind does not understand

...

IV:
it is a chance I have to take it
is silent while I wait
still on him give him that
freely in his hands now lies the stone
it takes a man to take it up

...

Letting go

my heart is a crack in the door
where my soul is still watching
the shimmering lights of your soft licking presence
my skin still feels your veins curled around me
in a pulsating embrace
while i close
the door
and walk into the moonlight

out here I can only see the distant
warmth from your windows
walking slowly down an unknown path
trees are rustling in my ears
and my heart still perches in the soft echoes
open like a bird that is spreading its feathers gently
welcoming love
that will not be yours

I am free

...

Behind

there are wordless murders happening
with murders that have never been and no victims

I curse my own intensity
while I brutally
and willfully whittle away your eyes
that has become stuck
to the hollow of my neck

We breathe in the grass and hunt with our look after
someone in the other
end who can relieve us from our
own insignificance in the crowd let a
pair of eyes in
a moment say
you exist

Who dies?
~ By Pablo Neruda
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Who Dies?

Dies slowly he who transforms himself into a slave of habit,
repeating every day the same routines,
who does not change brands,
does not risk wearing a new color, nor talking to those he doesn't know.
Dies slowly he who makes television his guru.
Dies slowly he who avoids a passion,
who prefers black to white
and the dots on the "i" to a whirlpool of emotions,
Dies slowly he who does not overthrow the table when unhappy at work,
who does not risk the certain for the uncertain
to go toward the dream that is keeping him awake.
Who does not, at least once in life, flee from sound thinking.
Dies slowly he who does not travel, does not read,
does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself.
Dies slowly he who destroys his self love,
who does not accept help from another.
Dies slowly he who passes his days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it,
who does not ask about a subject he does not know
or who does not answer when being asked about something he does know.
Dies slowly he who does not share his emotions, joys and sadness,
who does not trust, who does not even try.
Dies slowly he who does not intend excelling,
who does not learn from the stones on the road of life,
who does not love and let somebody love him.
Let's avoid death in soft quotes,
remembering always that to be alive demands an effort much bigger
that the simple fact of breathing.

These are things friends of mine have said to me, that I just thought was so valuable I wanted to make a post out of it
I also added some quotes of "friends" I have never met ;-)
~ Aasa

- when you walk, each step is like falling
and that's how you move
if you don't put yourself in a position to fall, you don't move

- Not having shot is always having missed

- Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like no one is watching.

- What will you regret more when you're 80 and looking back on your life... the things you did or the things you didn't do?

- In order to be brave you must first start by being afraid
for true courage lies in the overcoming of fear
not in its absence

"Time is
Too slow for those who Wait,
Too swift for those who Fear,
Too long for those who Grieve,
Too short for those who Rejoice,
But for those who Love
Time is not."
~ Henry Vandyke

"Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh, and the greatness which does not bow before children."
~ Kahlil Gibran

"Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us. "

"The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things. "

"This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess. "
~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Warning! Boring!

Today I have a goal! I will try to be as boring as possible. I will be so boring that you would like to put your foot through the screen just to be relieved from the boredom.
But please, do me a favor - challenge yourself to read to the very end, and if you manage that, without putting your feet through the screen - you win!

I am not quite sure what exactly YOU will find boring, so I thought about making a list of the things I think is
Here we go
1:Waiting for somebody
2:Waiting for something
3:In general just waiting
Actually, when I think about it, waiting is more frustrating than boring. This was a very bad attempt. Okay, I will try again, and this time really focus on it

Okay, so, here we go again:
Boring things:
1: The book "Great expectations"
2: .......
...Hmmmmm, that was the only thing I could think of. And it really wasn't fair either, as I never finished the book.
Seems I am really bad at this, I haven't even started to get to the boring stuff.

Okay, I know what to do!
Lets make a deal!
You post me something here that you find awfully boring, (mediocre boring is also okay, even just a tad boring) and then in the end I will make a list with all the posted comments of boring stuff - The absolute, fantastically boring list! (You really cant do worse than me, so give it a go)
Deal?
:)
xxx
Aasa

PS; Hope I at least bored you a little

dikt

Goodbye poems
A repost from 2006
~ By Aasa

Goodbye
is silent drops of
sadness like a little brook floating into
my room slowly and soft covering
the table the floor the furniture dripping from
the ceiling into my bed whisking
gently while its floating upon
everything
below me under
me around me

Its a whisper nearly
tender stroking me with
melancholia and happiness at the
same time but I can smile now....

...



Silence

This silence is so
soft it is nearly tender against
my skin

The juice in my dreams
was squeezed out by your words
everything that is left is
this soft silence in
my goodbye

Grandmother
A re-post

I talk with you and your voice is so small, so small and open,
sucking in every little word I say of love
I could hold you in my palm, and you would be tiny tiny- standing there
it makes me cry, I cry when I talk with you
for the life that passed you by, for all the hardship you´ve been through
for all the things you lost and all the things you never got
I cry for the love nobody gave you
for the child you bore and gave birth to in secrecy

and the struggles you had to endure alone

I cry because I see your shield and sword,
but they are transparent to me, I see through them, they don't matter
I see how small you are behind them, I see how small you are behind your hard, big armour
And I cry because they who surround you never see this
I see how the world judge you for your shield, and it makes my heart ache

So I let my words tickle over you, as I can give you what I have
you are a wise wonderfully sweet woman,
you are a heart that longs in a life that was never fulfilled
you are strength and weakness in one
you are my roots, my past, the life that gave life and experience to us
Thank you sweet Edith, thank you
I honour who you are