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

Try this out if you feel like it
Follow these steps and really take your time with it....
Buy a grape
Take one in your hand
1: Look at it thoroughly:
What colour does it have? Does it have different colors?
Does it have any cracks?
Is it smaller or larger than normal? How does it smell?
2: Take it in your mouth and roll it around. Feel it with your tongue
What does it feel like? Is it soft? Hard? Smooth?
3: Take a bite of it
What does it taste like? Is it sour? Sweet? Or both? Anything else?
4: Chew it and enjoy the taste. How does it feel to chew it? Does it taste any different from when you just took one bite?
5: Eat it all up
6: Did this grape taste any different than other grapes you have had before. If yes...Why?
~ Aasa

When I was in Norway I found some really old pictures while visiting me family up in the north of the country. I thought it was a little funny, since some of them I haven't even seen before, so I am going to post a few here in my blog

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The reason I was born. MY mom with her frineds. Can you guess who is her?

This is an activity I started at a very very early age and has kept ever since:

This is an other thing I started with at an early age - protesting. Here I had my very own protest, I was the only protester but yet it was very effective. On the first picture you can see me hiding from the press (mom) On the second one it is some of the many "banners" I put up.

In general, I did my best to avoid the press (But with not very good results...
Damned paparazzi)

My grandfatyher was a farmer. I took after him with the cap.

This was my very first marriage. It was a small and informal one

Fascinating art project

I found...
this to be truly amazing and beautiful. The feeling of love is in us all and can be shared and taken up at any time, if we dare to, and the best part is, it spreads like nothing else.
Thank you to Tord for sharing this link with me

Exhibition in Cyan Studio

25-27 Sept

How is a void created?

Sometimes it is there
Sometimes it is not
What is it that really creates an empty spot?
Can somebody tell me, for Blogs sake? ;)

To all of you

Isn't life wonderful when you feel you have done a good choice
and feel one with yourself and your way?
Warm hugs to all of you out there, I wish you a wonderful day filled with
sunshine in your hearts and the knowledge that you are beautiful
Hugs
~ Aasa















Edward Hopper "Morning sun"

The Story of the Fisher King

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It began when the king was a boy. He had, as a test of courage, to spend a night alone in the forest in order to become king. While he spends the night alone there he is struck by a holy vision. Out of his campfire the holy grail appeared, the symbol of the grace of God.

And a voice said to the boy: "You will be the keeper of the grail, and it heals the hearts of mankind."

But the boy was blinded by bigger visions of a life full of power and glory and splendor. In a state of complete exstacy for one moment he feels not like a boy but invincible, like a god. He reached out with his hands into the fire to seize the grail, but it disappeared and left him behind with his hands in the fire, and he sustained serious burnings.

And while the boy grew older his wound grew deeper. Until one day life lost its sense for him. He could not have faith in anybody, not even in himself. He could neither love nor feel love. After he got that clear in his mind he became ill. He began to die.

One day a fool entered the castle and found the king alone. And with his simple mind the fool did not recognize the king. He just saw a man who was alone and took pains.

And he asked the king: "What's wrong with you, friend?"

And the king answered: "I'm thirsty. I need some water to moisten my throat."

So the fool grasped a mug that stood next to the bed, filled it with water and passed it to the king. As the king began to drink he realized that his wound was healed. He looked in his hands; and there was the holy grail he aimed for all his lifetime.

In astonishment he asked the fool: "How could you find what my Noblest and Bravest failed to find?"

And the fool replied: "I don't know! I just knew that you were thirsty."

A re-run of a post, just because I love it

An other "re-run"

Satori

is a Japanese Buddhist term for enlightenment. The word literally means "to understand". It is sometimes loosely used interchangeably with Kensho, but Kensho refers to the first perception of the Buddha-nature or True-Nature, sometimes referred to as a "awakening".Kensho is not a permanent state of enlightenment, but rather a clear glimpse of the true nature of creation. Satori on the other hand refers to "deep" or lasting enlightenment. According to DT Suzuki, "Satori is the raison d'etre of Zen, without which Zen is no Zen. Therefore every contrivance, disciplinary and doctrinal, is directed towards satori."Satori can be found in every moment of life, it is wrapped in all daily activities, its goal to unwrap them to see satori.

As an analogy, we may think of a baby when it first walks. After much effort, it stands upright, finds its balance and walks a few steps (kensho), then falls. After continued effort the child will one day find that it is able to walk all the time (satori).

Once the True-Nature has been seen, it is customary to use satori when referring to the enlightenment of the Buddha and the Patriarchs, as their enlightenment was permanent.

The Zen Buddhist experience commonly recognizes enlightenment as a transitory thing in life, almost synonymous with the English term epiphany, and satori is the realization of a state of epiphanic enlightenment. Because all things are transitory according to Zen philosophy, however, the transitory nature of satori is not regarded as limiting in the way that a transitory epiphany would be in Western understandings of enlightenment.

DT Suzuki writes that "Samadhi alone is not enough, you must come out of that state, be awakened from it, and that awakening is Prajna. That movement of coming out of samadhi, and seeing it for what it is, that is satori
(Japanese satori; Chinese: wù - from the verb Satoru)