Poem, Gentle strokes of the Heart

It is not about labels
It is about how deep can we meet
How many layers are protecting
our Essence and Heart

Can we meet naked
Soul to Soul
Heart to Heart
In Authenticity and Vulnerability
Intimately
Heart Essence
touching skin of Heart in tender sensitivity
Without hiding

Eye-gazing into the
infinte Forest of Essence
Landscape of amazing textures and colours

Can you be available
to be with me in Essence
To Grow
and Flow
With the Ebbs and Tides
Ups and Lows
In bright sunshine
In heavy storms, thunder and rain
In Exquisite beauty and deeply felt pain

Heart supporting Heart
Being and Seeing
Souls united
in Intimate soulship
Heartship
Walking soul beside soul
Sole beside sole
Barefeet
In the mysterious and wonderous
forest Path
In the Magical Land of Essence
And the Ordinary Extraordinary Land of Everyday Life

Grounded on Earth
Hearts united in Heart-Soul-land
In all Simplicity and Magic
Hands holding
Hearts unfolding
Jumping and playing with joy and spontaneity
Exploring, discovering in innocent curiosity

27/12-2015, Anders Branderud

(Photo from some magical place on the internet)

Poem, Sand castle

Like a sand castle in the sand
Elaborate, magnificent
It took years of hard labour to build up this castle.
Put in alot of effort and suffering in building this castle.
Castle of ego structures
Ornamented
Layers of protection to protect from the outer surroundings.
Heart Armour to protect from feeling the inner sorroundings.
This seemingly harsh and harmful reality called Life

And one day there is this realisation that this castle is the root of my suffering
I am missing Life in my attempt to protect myself.
Life is Love and I am trying to protect myself from Love.
The very thing that I am searching for.

Putting down the spade.
Stopping to put effort into this elaborate castle building.
The wind, the rain and other weather phenomena is slowly making it weaker
And there is no effort to build up what it tears down

Feeling vulnerable and naked.
When the wind is blowing
Seemingly mercilessly, but yet filled with grace to its very core
Hitting directly to my very core.

Shaking
Shaping
Sharing
The gift of being all vulnerable and open.
Stopping to play the game of hiding.