Right to Exist
I never earned the right to exist. I was not born with it. I’m still standing on shaky legs, like toddlers do. Everything around me seems so big and I cannot reach it, too high beyond my reach! I can see my empty hand in front of my face trying to grab the empty air. It gets hold of nothing – nothing at all – and slowly returns to its usual place: my left hand holding my own trousers. It’s lonely. It’s painful. It hurts. But it gives me some reassurance. There is a body. There are some legs. Legs that will move forever to try and fill that empty…
When death comes…
When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a…
Irreplaceable
the universe took its time on you crafted you to offer the world something different from anyone else when you doubt how you were created you doubt an energy greater than us both rupi kaur
To heal…
to healyou have toget to the rootof the woundand kiss it all the way up rupi kaur
Hvem er jeg?
Den, der altid skal noget og den, der ikke kan lade være. Den, der sover længe under dynen og breder sig over det hele. Og den, der aldrig må fylde for meget og i hvert fald ikke må tage en andens plads. Og derfor altid skal flytte sig – helst høfligt. Den, der vil kærligheden – den sansende, varme, inde i hjertet og den store, bevidste ude i universet. Jeg er den, der hader fra den dybeste mørke og planlægger Ragnarok. Den, der kender til ødelæggelsen og déns tomme glæde, som skal fejres med varmt chokolade. Flødeskum over hele det kaos. Jeg er den, der vandrer på den smalle stig…
Gratitude (David Whyte)
is not a passive response to something we have been given. Gratitude arises from paying attention, from being awake in the presence of everything that lives within and without us. Gratitude is not necessarily something that is shown after the event, it is the deep, a-priory state of attention that shows we understand and are equal to the gifted nature of life. Gratitude is the understanding that many millions of things come together and live together and mesh together and breathe together in order for us to take one more breath of air, that the underlying gift of life and incarnation as a living, participating human being is privilege; that…
Haiku
In the maze of love I try to read all the signs – don’t know the language!
Touching Ground
I feel. I am. I live. In the pain and in between the pain there is life. My Whole body breathes, expands. Nothing that contracts. Fully open, fully embracing, all that can be felt, all that can be sensed. I open to that which is open, I embrace that which embraces me. Holding and being held by a groundless ground. Touching and being touched. My soul wide open. Breathing life. Touching ground. Finally found.
