NOW again

Dear NOW, why so shy to be
and why so often flee from me?

“I never fled! Get up on your horse
that’s very much better than worse.
The farmer looks toward the sun
wondering where time has gone.
The horse is neighing free and proud
wearing shoes from St Cloud.
The cow is standing calm and chew
singing buh to morning dew.
Flowers nods, and hens are pecking
sees no time, no clocks are ticking.
Can’t you sense my silent smile?
Need to ride another mile?”

Mirror Magic

Quittevittevit and queeet again
what’s your name? My name is Ben.
I look down while you look up
both of us are black on top.
Look like me right to the feather
do you hide here for the weather?
Are you living in the water?
Have you wife and son and daughter?
You look nice and you are subtle
since you’re living in a puddle.
If you lived right in the sea
you should swim to find a tree.

Rimeligt?

Isen brækker, og sneen lækker,
briserne trækker i revner og sprækker.
Her er en håndfuld vintergækker.
Forårets lyde er nemme at tyde,
strengene stemmes, og vinteren glemmes.
Knopper på hække, erantis på række,
rislende pludren fra piblende bække.
Mørket beskæres med lysets saks,
og foråret kommer… lige straks.

Passer det ikke? Er det nu dit svar?
Si’r du, vi kun er i februar?
Ja, jeg er måske lidt tidligt ude,
men ser jo på lyset og tøen derude.
Tænk dog på noget, som rimer på vår,
for nu er det nu, og i går var i går.

Stjernens himmelflugt.

En lille stjerne svævede lydløst hen over fjord, marker, enge, veje og små byer. Den var ikke ret højt oppe, og kursen lå fast, ingen svinkeærinder her.

Da den havde svævet en halv times tid, nærmede den sig en boligblok som lå i samme retning, som den stjernen fulgte. Den kunne tydeligt se gavlen med altaner i to etager og med store vinduespartier. Stjernen tænkte: ¨Hvis der er folk der indenfor som kigger ud nu, kan de let se mig, for jeg lyser, og der er ved at være halvmørkt. Jeg holder pause her og snupper et powernap på et halv minuts tid. Det plejer at være nok.¨

Inde fra stuen havde folkene fået øje på den. De havde fulgt den længe, fordi de kunne se, at den blev større og større, hvilket var ganske usædvanligt for en stjerne. Da de allerførst fik øje på den, troede de, at det var en af de mange andre stjerner på himlen, selv om den lå så lavt, som den gjorde.

Den stod musestille der midt i luften og powernappede, så tog den bestik af bygningernes højde, steg pludselig lodret op indtil den vurderede, at der var fri bane. Det så ud som om, den kun steg nogle ganske få meter. Så stod den stille igen et sekund eller to og trådte så, mildt sagt, speederen i bund og delte sig i to. Begge stjerner fortsatte nu i den samme kurs som før, blot ¨en etage¨ højere oppe, og nu med mindst samme fart som et affyret projektil fra en kraftig riffel.

De to stjerner fjernede sig mere og mere fra hinanden, men det gik så hurtigt, at det var vanskeligt at beskrive nøjagtigt bagefter, for dem der havde set det. De havde jo skyndt sig ud på altanen, men måtte både løfte hovederne og dreje nakkerne for at følge med, og lynhurtigt spærrede taget for videre udsyn. ¨Good-bye-Ruth¨ hvislede ¨stjernerne¨ lydløst og var borte og væk som dug for solen.

Mange mennesker havde set stjernen med den usædvanlige opførsel. Det kunne man hurtigt regne ud, for der gik kun nogle få minutter før stilheden blev brudt af to jagerfly som var blevet sendt på vingerne, og de afsøgte området for stjernetegn og stjernestøv en kort tid. Så enten havde flyvevåbnet haft den i kikkerten, eller var blevet kimet ned af forvirrede iagttagere. Eller begge dele, selvfølgelig.

Men stjernen havde ikke efterladt spor, og hvor den nu befandt sig, måtte guderne vide. Måske var der tilføjet to nye stjerner på himmelhvælvet, eller måske var de smuttet ind i en ¨lomme,¨ som var hinsides sansernes rækkevidde. De kunne måske også være opløste i atomer… men uanset: Sporløse, det var de. Eller som min gamle onkel plejede at sig, når noget ikke var til at finde: ¨Væk har taget det.¨

Dagen efter kunne man også læse en lille notits om det i avisen, men det blev man ikke spor klogere af.

/J.W.

The star excursion

Much has been written about extraterrestrial visitors. I have had a UFO experience which led to speculations, but I never found out what it was. So I described it as "a little adventure:"

A little star hovered silently over the fjord, fields, meadows, roads and small towns. It was not very high, and the direction was fixed, no detours here.

Since it had hovered for half an hour, approached the housing block which was in the same direction as the star followed. It could clearly see the gable with balconies on two floors and large windows. The star thought: “If there are people inside and looking out now, they can easily see me, because I light up, and there is almost half dark. I pause here and grab a power nap on a half- minute. It’s generally enough.”

Inside the living room had people become aware of it. They had followed it a long time, because they could see that it got bigger and bigger, which was quite unusual for a star. Since they very first saw it, they thought it was one of the many other stars in the sky, although it remained so low as it did.

It stood quietly in the middle of the air and power napped,  right out for the balcony, maybe one hundred meters away at the most, and suddenly it rose vertical up until it found that there was clear. It looked as though it rose only a very few meters. Stood still again for a second or two and then it came, to put it mildly, pedal to the metal and broke in two. Both stars continued now in the same direction as before, just “one floor” higher up, and now at least the same speed as a bullet fired from a heavy rifle.

The two stars were drifting further and further apart, but it went so fast that it was difficult to describe exactly afterwards, for those who had seen it. They had rushed out onto the balcony, but had both lift their heads and turned around to follow the stars, as far as the roof allowed.  “Good-bye-Ruth”  they hissed silently and the stars were away and gone like snow in the sun.

Many people had seen the star with the unusual behavior. It was easy to figure out, because there was only a few minutes before the silence was broken by two war planes who had been sent on the wings, and they searched the area for star dust for a short time. So either had the Air Force had it in sight, or had been bombarded with questions puzzled observers. Or both, of course.

But the stars had left no trace, and where they was now, may the gods know. Maybe there were two new stars in the firmament, or maybe they were slipped into a pocket, which was beyond the reach of the senses. They may also be dissolved into atoms ... but no matter: completely gone, they were. Or as my old uncle used to say when something was not to find: “Gone" has taken it.”

The following day, one could also read a little note about it in the newspaper, but it did not make one a track wiser.

/J.W.

Graciøst Forår.

Shhh, sagde gratien og førte sin strakte pegefinger mod læberne. Hun betragtede de to andre med et fjernt blik i øjnene og sagde… næsten abbandonatamente:

”Kan I også høre det?”

De to andre gratier spidsede deres smukke ører og udbrød all’ unisono:

”Ja, så er tiden moden. Lad os endelig ikke spilde den men straks finde vore instrumenter frem. Der varmes jo tydeligvis op til forårets symfonier, og hvis vi holder os væk, kommer det ikke til at lyde rigtigt. Det skal og må være come prima, ellers mangler der noget, og så kommer foråret ikke ordentligt på skinner. Der stemmes instrumenter nu, så vi kan godt nå det. Havet står for grundtonerne, fuglene klarer de varierende temaer, og vinden, blæsten og stormene akkompagnerer pianissimo og tempestoso for at skabe finurlige effekter, og når det hele fremføres, kribler og krabler det i alt og alle, så det er en fryd.”

”Ja, og så bliver det ikke rigtigt mørkt mere, selv om man lukker øjnene, for solen er ved at pudse sine vinduer, så dens lys kan bortjage mørket selv bag øjenlågene. Der er intet spirituelt i dette, som sådan, for det mentale lys bliver jo aldrig slukket, men det tænker folk vist ikke over. Man kan selvfølgelig godt kalde det spirituelt alligevel, hvis man har forståelse nok til det, for selv om det er ren natur, vi beskæftiger os med i det daglige, er det jo alligevel ikke adskilt fra noget som helst andet, dybest set.”

”Vi deler det op i mindre etuder, for ellers går der kuk i det for de fleste, og kuk lader vi gøgen om. Den ved, hvornår, og hvor tit, den skal falde ind, så snart viben har sunget sine første syvhundredeogtooghalvfjerds vers toogtredive gange.”

”Bare den ikke falder af på det i år og spiller pianissimo, for den så lidt sløj ud sidst på året, sidste år.”

”Arhhh, den skal nok både ”falderi og faldera,” når først musikken spiller tutti. Det er nemlig, bare lige det der mangler, og den har jo også haft godt tid til at komme sig, og studerer sikkert snart boligmarkedet for at se, hvem der investerer i hvad… og hvor.”

The World in versions

What do you see? What do I see? Do we see or realize the same if we look at the same thing?

We certainly can not have the same vantage point at the same time. Only almost. And we must have our own version too!

You can watch the same movie on TV across the country. It will be sent from somewhere in a given quality. But all the receivers, television sets in many homes, reproduce their own unique version. And the technical quality is dependent on the TV receivers. There is, for example, difference between analog and digital TV. The film that is sent is the same, but every viewer look at a different version. It is both unique and general at the same time.

When you look at a flower, you will see your unique edition. The flower appears through the viewer. We look at the same, but we see our own edition.

The proof for that we see our own version, yes unconsciously even produces it, is the visual process:

The lens of the eye producing a quite small mirror turned image on the retina. The optic nerve sends the impulses on to one or perhaps several brain centers where these impulses are processed, and only then are we aware of the flower.

The same applies in principle to the other senses.

All versions melts apparently together in one of perceptions. A little reflection shows that it also applies to our bodies with brains, senses, etc.!

Dreams provides a unique picture of the same. But there are some differences between dreams and ordinary waking consciousness, including that dreams are personal, and that you do not continue the dream where you left off the next time you fall asleep. But the mental principles has many similarities.

While dreaming, you are generally not aware that you’re in a bed under a blanket. Located next to the one that also is dreaming. We have luckily no problems with dreams collide. It shows that there need not necessarily be a problem with multiple dimensions. There are no space problems because everything ultimately is mental processes, memories which are recalled and innovations in the moment.

However, it is easier to realize in retrospect, since everything that has happened invariably given the status of memories, and memories are ideas in the mind.

Sober Full Moon

Many Danish poets have described the full moon as an alcoholic being, because full, in Danish, also means drunk. It is so easy for the light-hearted writers, but the Moon has feelings, and not infrequently felt hurt. She is struggling a bit with post-traumatic stress because of these centuries-old descriptions, so she has promulgated ” Sky Express ” that there will not be served alcohol this year, either for itself or for intimate star or cold comets, which instead must put their inclinations, and ice crystals, up by other places if they want a small inebriation.

There is then indeed quite many befuddled constellations, they can visit.

No, this time she will drink the non alcohol version of ginger ale. There’s also happened this that alcohol policy in the sky have been tightened up so that you can lose your stars if you are tipsy while working.

If someone were to hear the Moon hiccups this time, please immediately contact the Milky Way Sheriff, which can be easily recognized by the great star, he wears the lapel of his vest, which is reserved for use in an official capacity. For it is considered very important that the moon behaves intergalactic and modestly. If the moon was drunk every time it was full, it would be a lousy role model, especially for people on the earth as well look up to it.

When the full moon is high on the beautiful night sky, she should inspire poetry, love, beauty and peace. She has always wanted to light herself, from the moment she realized that it was the sun that gave the light.

It took a long time before she realized this, and that is understandable when you consider how beautiful reflections sea fascinates with, and therefore easily forgotten what self and its light is actually is made of. And this, the light itself, is quite a task, because it is not enough that there is light delivered. No, there must be something else. Quite what this otherwise was, she was not certainty yet. However, she has her suspicions.

Many think not that the Moon has intuition. But she has, and will try to listen to it, and she will tentatively wish happy spring with a glass of sparkling ginger ale, which she will squeeze lemon in for fresh sake . It’s a piece of advice she has received from Mars, who managed to taste this mixture before he felt a biff in the planet and went into a coma. He had been too warmongering and intemperance in a long time, lived as a spendthrift, and is now paying on the debt cited.

His desolate countries is perhaps Karma, which can not be called good or bad, just fair and self-inflicted, as far as known. About other things played a role, there may be many opinions on, but the idea of Karma intervention sits well with most, and then the matter is assumed closed.

When the time comes, he comes to trial, and, having learned his lesson, he may perhaps be blooming again. Who knows? Love poetry is at the top of his wish list, because he has heard some stanzas from an exceptionally beautiful and loving shooting star that had fallen a star sun and made a wish possible. But it is too early yet, the inspiration is missing, while a dawning hope, however sprouts.

The Moon knows all this and even, from time immemorial, tasted the good life, the greedy abundance so that she now says: “Better late than never.” And as long as she stays on the silvery road with the golden star selections, the sun will shine on her, and let her feel herself accountable for her beautiful light.

But she must be wary not to fall in the silver ditches again, where there is so much, she will go to misappropriate, because there is only light men to deceive. And they will make her tired and worn on her face so it will be obvious for everybody. We wish her the best and want her to keep smiling.