måndag 9 december 2013

Haiku. Papptaket gnistrar



Gubben Loka satt
förundrad upp i sin bädd
och såg på sitt tak.

Papptakets rimfrost
gnistrade och glimmade
som himlens stjärnor.

Stugan är så kall,
jag vill inte gå upp nu.
Jag vill somna om.

Frost fastnar i skägg
Ner igen under filten!
Morgonen dröjer.

Jag drömde om frost
Men solen smälter min värld.
Dags att gå upp nu!

Hurr, vilken kyla!
Fort in med ved i min spis!
Gott är nu livet!

Men var är kaffet?
Och var är mina tofflor?
Här kommer katten!

Misse vill ha mat!
Hunden hoppar och dansar.
Stjärnfrosten slocknar 

Kom hit och gå dit!
Sätt fart nu, min lille vän!
Vinterns dag är kort!

Igen skotta snö?
Men det gör jag ju alltid!!!
Tar det aldrig slut?

Sliter och släpar
Livet är tungt och är blött!
Min Gud, jag vill hem! 

Ja, kom lille vän!
I himlen finner du ro!
Papptaket gnistrar. 

Gnistan är Krishna
Han dansar på ditt papptak.
Du ser att han ler. 

Nu blickar han ner
och tar med dig i sin dans.
Hej, vad det svänger! 

Stjärnornas världar,
just i natt är de dina,
när solen är svart. 

Under det taket,
tänk så fint man kan dansa
på himmelens äng. 

Katten har somnat.
Endast tomten är vaken.
Vaktar sin stuga.

Haiku: Tomtefar

Haiku: Tomtefar




Tomtemor städar,
bakar kokar och pysslar
och ordnar till jul.

Rotar i gömmen,
tomtens kolt har försvunnit.
Var kan den vara?

Tomtemor trollar,
en finare kolt kommer
upp ur en låda.

Nu kan han vakta.
Vilken tur att han har frun!
Annars blev han kall.

Katten har gömt sig.
Vill gärna sova ifred.
Nu ska här bli tyst!

Så somnar katten.
Mössen hoppar och dansar
Här ska bli smaskens!

Kolten är vacker!
Tomten glömmer att vakta,
ser sig i spegeln.

Mössen tar med sig
både osten och brödet,
kånkar och släpar.

Du där på väggen...
Vem är vackraste tomten
i hela vår skog?

Trollvackra kläder
och silvergnistor i skägg.
Det är jag, så klart!

Kanske jag skulle
ta ett jobb med bättre lön?
Det är jag nog värd!

Skogen är tråkig!
Jag tror jag far till staden
med sus och med brus.

Ännu mer kläder,
med guld och med glitter.
Vad kul det ska bli!

Frugan är gammal.
I sta'n jag tar mig en ny,
en pigg liten tös.

Med munnen så rund
och med former som sjunger
i min fantasi.

Detta blir livet!
Blänkande bil ska jag ha!
Pengar i massor!

Tack, mina gudar!
Kom nu med mig på färden
och vakta mitt guld.

Så sade tomten
och snubblade på en gren
plums ner i brunnen!

Så går det med den
som inte förstår sin plats
när trollmor trollar.

Nissarna alla
kom från höger och vänster.
Tomtefar borta?

Tomten har drunknat!
Och när morgonen kommer
djuren har samlats.

Vad ska vi göra?
Grymtar, tjattrar och piper:
Det här var ju hemskt!

Han som var så snäll
i sin gråa, gamla kolt.
Hjälpte ju alla.

Ja, visst var han bra!
Den bäste tomte vi haft.
Kom tillbaka nu!

Hallå, där nere!
Hör du vad vi ropar?
Kom upp nu igen!

Bubbelibubbel!
Det plaskar långt där nere.
Jag fryser! Jag dör!

Tomtemor fnyser!
En liten stund till blir bra
nere i djupet.

Ska jag trolla mer
eller hur ska du ha det
med flickan i sta'n?

Flickor finns många,
men ingen som kan trolla
lika bra som du.

Min käraste fru,
släpp nu ut mig, ta upp mig
ur dödsdjupets gap.

Jag lovar och svär
att jag blir vid din sida,
käraste trollmor.

Älgarnas konung
virade rep om sitt horn
och drog se'n så sakta

Upp kom en plaskvåt,
genomfrusen tomtefar,
som ångrade sig.

Jag struntar i sta'n,
snälla ni, tänd en brasa!
Jag fryser som is!

Nissarna alla
dansade nu i en ring
och tomtefar log.

Nu var han hemma,
mer än han nå'nsin varit
i hela sitt liv.

Kära, gamla Mor!
Du gav mig nya kläder
och väckte min själ.

Mössen får äta
precis hur mycket de vill.
Men bara i natt. 



Haiku. Jag gick ut på sta´n



Jag gick ut på sta'n
och tänk vad som hände där
mitt på blanka da'n.

Träffade en man,
en med blåbär i en hink.
Så vacker han var.

Brunaste ögon,
mildaste, mjukaste blick.
Så log han mot mig.

Förvirrad jag blev,
gav honom hela mitt liv
och mera därtill.

Han fick mina mynt
i min finaste påse,
allt vad jag hade.

Så gick han iväg
för han skulle köpa hus
till mig och min katt.

Jag kommer så snart!
Vänta här, min kära vän!
Och regnet det föll.

Jag frös och var blöt
och mina skor sade tjipp
när månen gick upp.

Ensam på gatan
jag grävde i min ficka.
En tia jag fann.

Det räcker till korv.
Bäst att jag väntar länge.
Köpa hus tar tid.

Katten är hungrig.
Kan inte stå här längre.
Nu måste jag hem.

Älskling, var är du?
Du med den varmaste blick,
som skulle bli min?

Gatan är öde.
Vännen är hemma hos frun
med en ny påse guld. 


Haiku: Städning


Pinnar och grejer,
jag måste sparka mig fram.
Soptippen nästa!

Burkar och flaskor,
jag har bubbelplast i mängd,
garderoben full.

Tänk om jag ändå
nu kunde förmå mig till
att bara kasta.

Nej, men den pinnen
är så vacker att se på,
det vore väl synd.

Och flaskan gnistrar
av skimrande glas i blått.
Ska den gå i kras?

Den far tillbaka
upp där på hyllan igen
med burkar i mängd.

Nu känns det bättre,
den stannar hemma hos mor
i säkert förvar.

Brädorna alla
får nog plats under sängen,
stapla dem i rad!

Se där! Det gick bra!
Det syns ju inte alls nu
när filten är för.

Kläder är framme,
garderoben är proppfull.
Stäng bara dörren!

Strunta i röran,
det finns viktigare ting
för ögat att se.

Skyffla ihop nu
allt som ligger vid dörren.
Passagen blir fri!

Men, det blev ju bra
Nog onödigt att städa
Drick en kopp te nu!

Viktigare ting
som själen skall begrunda
fyller mitt sinne.

Frid vare med mig.
Materien är intet
mot tankarnas värld.

Teet är färdigt
Tänd nu ett ljus och var glad
Filten är vacker. 

onsdag 18 april 2012

Colours

Usually I like to write but when I had just started this blog it was suddenly much more interesting to paint.

Every evening when I had gone to bed I was looking at Venus and Jupiter who where together on the sky.

They were right in front of my window and when they were in conjunction they were both forming an interesting aspect to ”my own” Venus (in my horoscope chart).
So I expected to get some new idea that had to do with these energies.

On the day when they were ”as much there as possible” I waited for the new idea the whole day – but nothing happened. I did not look at the positions of the other planets.








But "everybody knows" that astrology does'nt work in that way. A transition of a slow planet, as Jupiter, has to be hit by a fast planet also to make something happen.


What happens does not necessarily have to be in the outer world. Mostly it just happens in the inner world, in our fantasies and emotions.










Some days later I took a walk and I went into a place where a friend had hung one of his paintings. I took a photo of it and saw that before he had painted he had put some thick paste on the canvas.

I got the idea of trying the same thing and I went into the colour shop.
Sussi, who works there, showed me a new kind of paste that I had never seen before.

"This is very good", she said, "and it can go together with both oil and acrylic.






In the evening I tried to use it to build up some structure on the canvas, but I could not make anything good out of it. I finished half of it but the result was just nonsense.

The next day I made something new: I mixed it together with the colour and now I got a very thick colour so I could no longer use my small brushes. But Sussi had sold a big and expensive brush also, saying that it was the best brush she had ever had.

Thick colour and a bigger brush – now I could no longer make those small things that I usually was making.
So instead of making thumb nail flowers, as usually, I made them BIG.

I started with one really big and then they slowly shrinked – but anyway. My old habit tried to take over, but got hindered by the thickness of the colour and the brush.





This was much more fun and now I was painting big flowers every day.


I was not interested in the composition, I only wanted it to be big and colourful.
An eventual composition could wait till another day.














So the energy around me was now dominated with the idea "big and colourful" and it dawned upon my mind that this is exactly the meaning of Jupiter plus Venus.

Jupiter means big (expansion) and Venus means love and beauty.





While painting I listened to the radio and here was a long program about the designer Kenzo.

I looked him up on the net and saw that his creations were just in the same way. They were big and colourful.




In the same time I also bought a big XL bright-red Adidas T-shirt and I painted my finger nails bright-red, something I normally do not do.

Kenzo Takada

I got curious and I made Kenzos horoscope to see if he had any interesting aspects with Jupiter and Venus.


Yes, of course!
He has Venus trine Neptune.

Trine means 120 degrees, which is said to "give a strong but good energy" between the two planets. Neptune briefly means fantasy.

He has Jupiter in conjunction with Mercury, which means "big mind".








Here are two of Kenzo´s wild  and colourful creations.


And here i found something else that is quite colourful. He has designed a bicycle.

                                                     http://theflyingtortoise.blogspot.se/2010_07_01_archive.html

I continued to paint big flowers and when Venus and Jupiter slowly passed away I got my interest in writing back again and I wrote a long story about Anti-Inflammatory Herbs against pains in the body, headache etc.


So... that was about the two shining "stars" that we could see together on the evening sky in the middle of March.

Here they are together with the moon.

Oh... I forgot something:

That photo of me is just a fake!
This is what I look like in reality:

   

 

lördag 17 mars 2012

Your inner dreamworld

So... what to write here? 
Such a lot of empty space to write on and... yes! Now I got it!

First I will keep the Talking Stick for myself in the inner landscape.

But... no... I must have a form or idea to focus on. The Self was too formless, so I cannot grasp it.

I take the older part of my inner personality, symbolized by the Grandmother.

Before I got grandchildren I didn't have this part awake, but today she is coming through almost every day. Almost preaching to me.
Yes, she is preaching to me! And I am writing and writing.
Especially in the morning when I sit here, drinking coffee, daydreaming and looking out of the window.

When I stop writing I am tired of the text so it is not easy to edit it. Usually I just leave it there and the next day I start on a new text, another one. That is more fun!
If I start editing something, that I wrote the day before, I usually have the intention of taking away something, to make the text shorter.
But as soon as I start reading I also wake up my inspiration and then I start putting new things into the text, so the result is always that the text gets longer and longer and longer.
Yes, here she comes.
So... Talking Stick to Grandmother!


Inner landscape
We do not only have the Inner Child.
But we have other parts too, like the Inner Wisdom Keeper, the inner Hero, Princess, Prince, Maiden, Teacher, Warrior, Magician or whatever that suits you.
Just wake them up!
How?

Just start playing that part in your mind


You have an inner world where you can be what you want and where you can contact side-personalities that you like. Or contact the ones that you do not like and talk with them and make them change. They can be made up by memories.
Memories from the past, from the future or from some fairy-tale.
Some figures are personal but we also have common ones that we share.
C G Jung called them archetypes.





Every one has The Inner Child inside and when this child takes over you feel hurt and suddenly jump into a childish behaviour. Mostly we feel it but we do not want to show it.

To avoid these situations we learn a certain behaviour that should protect this little child.
But there are also therapies to liberate this child from it´s fears, which could be memories from our  childhood or previous life-time.


This child is not there because you visualize it, it is more an aphorism that means "reacting on bad memories".
Today, among people,  it is quite accepted to talk about the Inner Child as a part of the Psyche.
I think that the healthy Child archetype is something else, the happy inner child, not the wounded one.

In my inner dreamland I have some archetypes, that i can use for my inner dialogues, and one of them is Sofia, who is clever in finding errors everywhere.  She stands on a heap of books and dictionaries and she loves to explain, which is also her duty.
As soon as she sees an error she grabs the Talking Stick and starts to preach.
Or points at a dictionary, or so. I think she is my Inner Language Teacher.
And I write down what she says.
It was a friend of mine who discovered her and... yes, I like her. She keeps things in order and prevents me from believing a lot of nonsense that others try to make me believe.


The body is like a ship that is floating on the ocean of emotions, sometimes quietly in the sunshine, with all the sailors half asleep, and sometimes being cast around in storms and hurricanes,  with all the sailors being alert.
Only the chosen sailor is allowed to hold the steering wheel, surveyed by the captain, and if anyone else just takes over, then  it is mutiny.
Or maybe it can also be called democracy = anyone is allowed to take over as long as he makes it in such a sly and slow way that the others get convinced about it.

We could say that the sailors are our instincts. They should be trained to react in the best and quickest manner to save the ship from any danger.

You are the owner of your ship
The captain is a good allegory for your mind, which can also be taken over by something else that you, being the owner of the ship, has not really agreed to. It just happens!
An example would be that you, with your rational intellect promises that you will never eat junk food – and the next day you buy a kilo of candies, which you quickly eat up, promising never to do so again.
Or you have stopped smoking and the next week you buy a new packet of cigarettes and say that it doesn't matter because it is the last packet anyway.


Then the instincts have taken over and you have lost the control of your ship.

The captain obeys the sailors and not you. He can even get so much taken over by the sailors that he forgets that you exist.
Then it's time for therapy.

Your inner sailors do not have the ability to distinguish between right and wrong in a more complicated way, so they believe that candies are healthy food.



In India it is described like this:

For a man, mind is the cause of bondage 
and the mind is the cause of liberation.
Mind absorbed in sense objects 
is the cause of bondage,
and mind detached from the sense objects 
is the cause of liberation.


Fantasy creates our reality
You cannot focus on anything without being influenced by it and your inner captain starts sailing in that direction.
The stronger your emotion is the harder he grabs the steering wheel.

So you give your orders to your captain, with your intent, focus and fantasy.
So always fill your mind with something that you do want to sail to, or be part of.
You might say that it is “only fantasy” – but for the captain it is still an order.
Fantasy is not “only”. You get influenced by it.

Your inner Quantum Captain
The captain can take a quantum leap and become a Quantum Captain!
It is when he has got the order of sailing into the only direction that we can not so easily see or understand – inwards and towards your own essence, your own sun.

Karma
In India your map, your destiny is called karma.
It is not what you have done – it is what you are.
You are what you have done, but not only that.
You also are what you usually focus on.

Around your body you have a physical skin, but you also have an electromagnetic “skin” around you. Like a moving bubble that some can see as colors.
You cannot see it but you can feel the fluctuations in it.
Your karma consists of something that makes up the electromagnetic patterns of this “skin”. Like a little eternal DNA-spark.
This pattern is constantly fluctuating according to your experiences, actions and thoughts.
This pattern is the mirror of your karma that you carry with you and the patterns attract or repel everything, like magnets with a + and a – side.
When you got your Quantum Captain you can more easily attract distant things.
And then you will more easily meet with those happenings that C G Jung called synchronicity.


This captain has always been known and in different belief systems he has had different names and shapes.You are supposed to visualize Christ, Krishna, Vishnu etc in the heart to make the mind sail in a good direction.
If you concentrate on a mythological figure that you like, you can get energy from it, but simultaneously you will be drawn to that world, which it represents. It's a collaboration.

You are the Eternal Soul. It is difficult to translate, because in our culture we do not have the right words for these things, so different people use different words and many people also invent new words.

If you invent a new word it is easier to teach about it, because you are the only one who knows the meaning of it.
So you easily get rid of all the people who want to make objections to it or discuss it in their own terms. And you do not risk to meet someone else, who is already an expert on it and maybe knows more about it than you do.

So what? I am not religious?
I would say that you are!
Every person believes in something and if you believe in science then science is your religion. Or economy. Or techniques. Or politics. Or playing the guitar. Anything that you fill your mind with and learn. Even computer games can be your religion. Atheism can also be, if you concentrate on it.
You are religious as soon as you follow an education, that is shaping your mind in a certain way.
This will be what you believe in and what you trust.

Religion
If you look it up in a dictionary you will find that religion is derived from the Latin word religare which means to bind again, to rebind.
But that is not the whole truth because the discussion has been going for more than thousand years about the meaning of the word.
So it is equally true, I would say more true, that it derives from relegere, which means to read again.

Relegere is not to be seen only as to read again in a book, but rather as what you are really doing when you “reread”.
You are taking in knowledge and you do it over and over again, in a way that you become one with it. It becomes the way you see the world.
Today we do not call it religion, we call it education or “doing the home-works”. 


Glasses
Fill your mind with something in this way and you are putting these kind of glasses on your nose and they will now determine how you perceive the world.
All people do this.
We work hard on putting the right kind of glasses on the nose.
And then the intellect says that this is the only truth and the only right way to perceive reality and it starts to defend the glasses.
Then we gather into groups that can confirm the validity of our special kind of glasses. And in such a group it is very easy to know that other groups are wearing the wrong kind of glasses.


Talking Stick?
Yes, briefly it is a wooden stick that is used in the same way as a microphone among the Red Indians and the one who holds it has the right to talk.













I suppose this kind of writing could be called  Realistic Fiction or Philosophical Fiction.
Probably a mixture between them



fredag 9 mars 2012