Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Ørslev Kloster

Denne her jord
Når jeg står her
ved jeg, hvem jeg er

Mærker liv helt ud i tæerne
sus igennem cellerne

Morgengåtur i den lille bøgeskov
Naturen holder mig i hånden
og jeg går med mig selv
går trygt ved min side

Jeg står på denne her jord
og er hel

Friday, June 27, 2014

Blossomming only once every hundred years (2008)

In Joongang Daily, I've read that there's a plant, which bloom only once every hundred years. It's called six agaves, also known as “century plants”. Nature's vast and intricate creations amaze me!! Basically, it reminds me again on the time when I became vegetarian - growing up close to the forrest and the sea, a respect for nature came natural to me along with a gradually increasing understanding about how the nature seems sooo intelligent, when learning on plants and animals - looking into the eyes of a soft-hearted cow, or hearing the cute sound of little lambs and seeing the running in flock with their ears bumping up and down.. - I just realized.. - how can I honestly support killing, devouring and just destroying such cuteness, such beauty and such.. LIFE in all it's various expressions

Real Gifts (2008)

Real gifts open up my heart
Real gifts make something feel light inside
Real gifts are friends to laugh with, listen to, celebrate with
Real gifts come to those who share themselves
Real gifts blossom from within
Real gifts make others blossom too
Real gifts have no price, no name, no country, no religion, no race, no judgement
Real gifts cannot be bought, only given

Friday, June 13, 2014

Love is..

Love is a thousand flowers blossoming in my heart

Thursday, November 28, 2013


What a mystical transformation

to be in the body

and step into the deep sky

Thursday, July 28, 2011

The Boat - from the Midrash

A group of people were travelling in a boat. One of them took a drill and began to drill a hole beneath himself.

His companions said to him: "Why are you doing this?" Replied the man: "What concern is it of yours? Am I not drilling under my own place?"

Said they to him: "But you will flood the boat for us all!"

Sunday, April 03, 2011

A House with Friendly Walls

- A moment in time put into words about a precious family.

In Tel Aviv, there lives a family of mother, father, four sons, two dogs, one cat and a flock of bird sculptures. Family members and visitors are greeted by the two dogs, one being smaller with kindness in his eyes and a need to protect. One is bigger, actually, huge with a head like a giant mask of a Protecting Dog God with the body of a puppy, only really big.

I know the second born son of the family. He has hair like the halo of a Seraph and a smile like sugared coffee. He smokes too much and worries too much. But only, because he is filled with youth’s drive to live too much. He’s beautiful. He’s the one son most similar to the father. They walk and talk in the same manner, although of course, they are very different too. The father loves Stella beer, chocolate and Tel Aviv, where he was born. Another great love of his is Ivrit, being a writer, he lives in the language, as he puts it.

With four sons in the family, the house is never lonely. Mid-day discussions on literature, dinners or family members dropping by before visiting friends. The kitchen stove always provides.

The mother of the house wears click-clacking high-heeled sandals and exudes Israeli femininity. Every grain of rice she cooks contains love and blessings for her family. Every peel of potato skin in the sink has been peeled with her protecting hands. To eat food in her house is to be loved.

The youngest son makes no sound when he walks. He only seems to move the surrounding air like a sliding door and tiny little bells tingle in his voice when he speaks. In his eyes a thousand stories are born.

The second youngest son, who’s about to be married, is a blessed soul, blessed with kindness. It shows in his eyes, his voice and his manners. His presence is like a strong pillar.

The firstborn, being a lawyer, has the sharp observation skills needed - with a twist of tangy uplifting sense of humour. A strong willed face, which melts into soft happiness as he greets his brothers.

This house with friendly walls belonged to the grandparents and the street around the corner is named after the grandfather, who was a poet.

This house is a house, which I am happy to have visited. There is only so few times in a lifetime, where you are witnessing something so complete, so wholesome. Truly living. I can’t remember when or if I have been with such a family before. Been with a source of something larger than life. Righteous living. Presence of an ancient lineage.

Being within these friendly walls, I could see deeper into my Self. A human being, part of humanity.

Monday, November 16, 2009


The heart's flutter

I'm alive live

doesn't even listen

to my fears

doesn't even care

about the pains and aches

and it still waits calls for me

and for that I am grateful

and I'm praying that soon I'll find the courage

to listen and to change with it