Welcome to this Place of Emergence!

According to a Hopi legend, the world consists of several levels - or worlds - all connected and placed ontop of eachother. The Hopis tell that in ancient times, they migrated into this present Fourth World from the one below, climbing through a small hole in the ceiling of the latter. This tiny hole was named a Sipapu, or place of emergence.
Whether we want to label this story as true or false is perhaps not really the point. Some things are not intended to satisfy our rational, analyzing mind. Some stories are perhaps more correctly approached as mirrors - reflecting exacly what contents we ourselves put into them.

My intention is that the material of this blog may be approached as such mirrors. Perhaps a truth changes it's face every time it is observed from a new angle? Perhaps everything really depends on where we ourselves stand? Perhaps there are many levels to reality, like the Hopis themselves depict in their legend? And finally, perhaps every moment is a place of emergence, existing right within oursleves?

I'll leave the answers up the the viewer to decide. An answer is always present within every question. Similarly, a story is always planted inside every beginning, ready to be unpacked and unfolded.

Enjoy all that lives, grows, changes and is!



fredag 29. januar 2010

The seed.


We entered all so young
we eneterd all the same,
unlimited potential
sparkled through our veins.

We knew not that we where
we knew not what there was;
the simple gift of being
was all we brought with us.

We reached to explore
we reached out for the rose,
no matter if the thorns hurt
in the experience we chose.

How curiously made
how curiously born;
just for the joy of living
we came to take this form.

'cause we're choosing to exist
we're choosing to take place,
out of endless possibilities
we picked this time and space.

A reminder lies inside
a reminder lies right here:
This moment holds the greatest
gift you can conceive.

Another you.

All experience is grounded in equallity.

Each experience is an integral part to a wholeness image, wherein all the pieces are fastened like mosaic fragments to one common background - of beingness.

All experience circumscribes a sacred space we find within ourselves.

All fragments of experience hatch from one kernel of sharedness.
Within every moment we find an opportunity to nurture this kernel, and weave it's vines into the fabric of space and time.

Wrapped within all experience, there lies a hidden chamber where both of us dwell - in stability, inevitability, and purpose - knowing that everything is a signpost leading us there.

Within every experience, I live where you live. Like gravity calling us home.

Somewhere, within every new encounter, I know that I am another you.




The sovereign self.

Security encases
our sovereign self
like scaffolding supports
an unfinished building.

Piece by piece
our cherished confinements
are plucked away
by guided hands.

tirsdag 12. januar 2010

Within.

Curled in the body

are stories untold.