be the new superpower

Dear friends,

I just watched this great new video about the clash between Islam and the West and how to stop it - you should be able to see it below... let's be the new superpower:)

After much

inner thought I have reached the conclusion with the aid of signs and small Eureka’s, that the greatest change and aid to this world is not me taking to the streets, is not me revolting in any way except in my own heart. And so I will carry on taking the path less traveled and carry on experimenting with writing and the other arts engulfing the sacred = the word.

The power of the word is such that I shall devote my life to that mystery and serve the muse of writing. My way will carry on being brutally honest and personal. That is who I am and why should I write as someone else. The fabric of my life is perfect as a foundation for this quest.



Arctic sun on melting snow
faint tracks of small footprints

leading towards the turqouise blue sea
black pepples on an empty beach
round and soft

her eyes deep like the depths of the ocean
blackened with fear
voices crack open her skull

ravens fill the sky
shadow play on thin layer of ice

A poem I wrote the day before and the days after my mother passed into the light

You didn't want howling machines
to prolong the inevitable
-the fake life morphine reality

Please don't die until I am with you
I have plenty of grace to your liking
I will read at your beside the poets you love
I shall read for you about life and the angel of death

I will brush the dried blood from your thick hair
Sing for you the lullabies forgotten
from your youth
Please wait for me

Songbird spreading its wings towards the light
Your life fades out
your face faultlessly smooth
Through your half closed eyes
I see stars
Infinity and the universe
Yet death does not come at our mortal bidding
As you slept the angel of death came for you
embraced you with ocean blue cloak
and as you left with him
you sang in my dream
"Did you know, your friend is dying?"
You smiled and vanished into the beyond

The day passed in flight
In transit between our world and your world
So far yet so close

Finally on a distant soil
I embraced you lifeless body
still lukewarm
I kissed your face with a thousand kisses
howled mama, mama, please come back
be warm again
but nothing was able to pull you back
from death's embrace

Peace found, mercy from life's heavy burdens
And I let go, I rejoice with you at the core of my grief
with your book of life singing in my heart.

For my mother Bergthora Arnadottir, her memory lives through her songs, her voice, the memories. RIP 15. February 1948 - 8. Mars 2007

It is strange

to think that I will not create more new memories with my mother. Yet we created many good bad and ugly memories. In the end the past whom looked impossibly challenging became a vivid picture of the good. Because as we grow we change what was and will become by living in the ever shifting now. And I choose to see the past as a nutrition for all that i have become. The dark waters that feed the lotus and soon my friends this lotus is ready to blossom. To claim that personal power to shape-shift the past into a warm cloak. To change poison into the elixir of life. To become the alchemist and make something precious out of the substance we take for granted. To extract the essence out of this very moment. And behold. There is no tomorrow. There is this now:here. I am only that. My mother is gone, yet i dream her and i feel her and so she lives. Somewhere. I am listening very closely to her advice because she has finally the perspective she longed for.

Viva mothers of the world
viva

for those that want to listen to my mothers music you can find a selection of her songs in the jukebox on my icelandic blog

http://birgitta.blog.is

My mother died last thursday

from lung cancer. It happened really fast, so fast that me and my brother never made it to her to see her before she slipped into the other world. We got the news while boarding the plane to Denmark where she lives. But the most important thing is that she died in the best possible way> in her sleep, looking forward to see us as we to see her and she didn't have to suffer more than she already did.

It was good to see her body, she hasn't looked so beautiful for a long time. So much peace in her face and i could feel her soul had left the body. She has been making some signs from the other world. I could feel the peace, the lightness of being after years and years of mental and physical suffering.

My mother was a great musician and leaves many treasures behind in that field... and i will do my best to keep that legacy alive....

Rest in peace dearest... but knowing her i am sure she is up to something ....

for MMM

Born under the sign
under peace rising

Fire upon fire in her soul
her touch brought forth
ancient drums and ties and sounds and words

In her eyes
words lived
a tapestry of mystery
flying into the womb of cyberspace
weaving destiny to poet strangers
moving on and off this world
no one was stranger to her
everyone a brother, a sister

The power of the word, the word of peace, of vision
of having a dream and making it take the mysterious shape
out of the clay of mundane life into something magical
living moving whirlwind of change

She lived the dream
she touched
to be touched
she made words
take shape
in action
in deeds
in peace


for Merilene M Murphy, my poet sister, she the sun, i the moon as she
would say... orbiting together under peace rising:)

In Memory of Visionary Poet Merilene M. Murphy

Sadly, our dear friend and colleague Merilene M. Murhpy died in Los Angeles of complications due to lung cancer on February 2, 2007. She was only 51 years old. A tribute to Merilene well be held Sunday, March 18th, 2007 @ 2 pm at Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center, 681 Venice Blvd in Venice, California.

Reading at the poetry carnival in Granada

more photos from the festival very soon and stories of the wanderer

Half of me

still in Granada. I somehow in ways i can´t explain felt compleate when i was in Nicaragua. Might sound strange, but i really felt so normal there. Like i had been there before or something. So i long for going back. The international poetry festival was also beyond words. Will write a full report very soon. First i have to pull myself together because i feel like i got that strange sleepy sickness as described in 100 years of solitude.

Going

to Nicaragua early next month to take part in an international poetry festival. I can't wait to experience South America again. Went to the Prometo festival in Columbia 1996 and it was the best week of my life:)

More later, got so much to do before i leave. Want to print some books so that i will have something to share.

Join the virtual march for peace

This Saturday, hundreds of thousands of Americans will march on Washington DC to demand peace and justice in Iraq and the Middle East. The global partnership Avaaz is working to raise a worldwide voice of solidarity through an international virtual march. Time is short, so add your voice and join the march today!

http://www.avaaz.org/en/global_peace_march/act.php

Avaaz supporters in Washington have offered to carry real banners and placards at the US demonstration—showing how many internet marchers from all round the world are joining in. We will carry the flag of each country that generates more than 500 internet marchers, so tell your friends!

As American opposition to this war mounts, Avaaz has mobilized over 45,000 people from over 100 countries to join the call to oppose Bush's military escalation and demand a real plan to end this war.

Can we get 75,000—even 100,000 people from round the world to join the march before Saturday?

Click here to join the march:

http://www.avaaz.org/en/global_peace_march/act.php

This could signal the rebirth of the US peace movement. We need to show them the world is on their side. Let's bring our call for peace to the streets of power in Washington. Join the global peace march and tell your friends today!

Sincerely,

–Eli Pariser
MoveOn.org Political Action
January 24th, 2006

"God has no religion."

Gandhi's famous quote. It is so true and indeed we need to remember this now more than ever.

We as humanity are sailing into new era. Times are changing and we are too. We need to take personal repsonisbility for our inner landscape and build tolerance and compassion towards ourself and others. The earth is sinking below the oceans surface because of our conquest over nature. It is really time to stop and think what we can do as individuals to stop this destruction or it will destruct so many fellow humans on this planet.