The lines, Connected,Do they help to moveOr do they hinder?The dots, white and yellow,Over brown, grey and ocher,Are they smoothOr are they rough likeStones or broken bones?The beauty, is it real,Or is it a dream that we have,As this person runs through the fieldsWith the last sun of the day ..read more

Can joy live in darknessWhere it is denseWith blinding light,Where clumps of small explosionsTurn aroundWith menace?Can I find my true life in chaos?NoMy life is independentAnd pain is happening in it ..read more

InnocentlyAnd with children’s joyThey slowly moveWith their belongingsIn the air.It is the end of the line,They think.What will be the tasteOf empty spaceWhen we are gone ..read more

The old manMade himself into an old treeAnd satOn an improvised chairThe old womanMade herself to beThe leafs that shook and fellAnd she was stolen by the windsAll the creaturesOf the forest’s floorWere bornAnd then had gotten oldThe inner eyeSaw what came and what has goneand let the beauty of the worldBreak the inner heart apart ..read more

In the previous entry I placed the wrong title by mistake. Above is the right title for the previous entry. Sorry ..read more

The houses on the hills Played with one another In the sun The leafless tree Created drama With the sky The stones made a lake With their tears To get themselves reflected in it And the little cloud Taught them all how To drift away and disappear ..read more

In every moment, like when there is an attack of pain that is hard to suffer Ask myself: Where is the “I”? And these days I already see, every time I look, many of my “I”’s in many levels. It is even possible to choose a direction and look for all the levels of I in that direction. This adds interest. So now that I see many levels, I can ask: From which level of I do I want to act now? Which level do I want to be for this moment? Which level do I want to choose an action from? Then this is what I do. And the next question is: What action do I want to choose? And the deeper I go I find that I a ..read more

Dear friends, Pain has slowed me down quite a bit. But I continue to paint and write every day. It is my best way to connect with the deeper parts of me, and I do not want to miss any opportunity to do so. But instead of putting the results in the blog, I decided to make a book. The last few entries to the blog, with poems that accompany the paintings, are from the collection that started to gather.  At some point I thought that I may have enough for a book, and when I counted, I saw that I had many more than I needed.  I found a painting + poem that seemed like a beginning, and add ..read more

Being, not being, The energy that gathers my body Is less insistent now My body feels the spaces in itself Where it does not exist These are the places Where my true self Is taking over The pain I have Is in the places Where I still Refuse To be myself. Thinking about what has has happened to me: I knew I was helping people. The gift I had gotten, of knowing how to move deeper or higher, through art making that flows intuitively with writing about it in an intuitive way, this gift was helping people. Those of you who stayed with me for a while here on this blog were intrigued, and saw th ..read more

They fell asleep As they were landing On earth They played With all the colors That they brought In their dreams That always looked Real When they finished They rested their dreams On the dream of earth And took the usual bus home Where they remembered who they were before. Now they are leaving again Forgetting All they know The only thing They bring with them This time Are packages of energy That they will have to Open ..read more