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the grace of fortitude

  It is showing courage’face the fear when she slips into us, in our body, our emotions, our thoughts and our hearts .

We can rely on this for ourintuition the finest, one that opens up to what happens when we face challenges . It is especially good to follow it when comes the time to make choices on a daily basis .

The elements of this intuition come from a level of consciousness that is far beyond logic and reason reasoning . So it sometimes takes a lot of drive and determination to follow these tips which sometimes seem to us to go against common sense and may even seem silly .

And there, in these singular circumstances and oh how exceptional, when there is a strong contact between our global being and an exceptional environmental fact or a powerful emotion, we don't must not miss this chance to grow to oneself, using our strengths mystics that are faith and grace as much as our abilities philosophical and psychological .

This is how we can ask thegrace of fortitude to bring us the release and the constancy necessary to accomplish our task in the middle chaos and uncertainty .

We know how easy it is to let go seduced by fear and difficult to extricate herself from when she storms our thoughts and encourages us to withdraw into ourselves, around mounts illusions and false securities .

This fear is this snake which slips between the stones from the wall of our inner castle . This is how Thérèse describes it. from Ávila, who to keep from fear, implored the Most High in order to keep alert in body and alert in mind to envelop yourself in the power of grace as a protective measure of his personal castle .

” May this grace keep us down to earth, well centered in the intimacy of our thoughts nourished just as much by discernment and the lightness of openness to what is, only through relationships with others . May fear never take over my body, from my heart, of my thoughts and of my soul so that my actions are right ” .

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Gergovie’s tree

 In front of the mountain
 closer
 trademark of the eye of the cyclops
 weightless sun
 under the clouds of January.

 There was a time
 sunken walks
 at random from the mirabelle plums 
 marauding memories
 twirling like dead leaves  .

 Then came the heavy passage of carts
 to unearth the Gallo-Roman flagstones
 to detect the eyes 
 over the hedge ;
 exchange rose hips.

 Thus empty
 the skins of the wind
 on the holiday set
 to nurture the hearth of a friendship
 than a flock of wild geese
 cannot steal  .


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The man who walks

 He walks…  at the turn of the road …  under a cloudy sky …  its tall silhouette adorned with light …  him living it from between the trees of a wintry calm .

 Will I know him …  the one who came to my meet …  while without expectation I begged for silence and solitude .

He feels it …  a box of munificence …  the sweetness of what happens …  a outstretched hand …  and then the bird lands …  a feather of love .

Finally we said hello and without to return we are distant …  going to him where I came from and me going where he came from .

lives intersect …  one morning costs…  before the other is revealed …  for marveling at a collusion to our mother earth. The charm of repeated steps in crisp, sonorous crystalline concretions complete the first particle …  i am an identity, a face, a person …  I am the petal of the flower and the bee that visits me is where I go …  until the expiration .

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Beaumont's hut

      In winter inside it was so mild …  joy farandole of laughter and jostling sounded the infinite lengthening of the time of childhood .

A tug …  the curtains drawn …  mattresses cushions blankets and foam squares piled up …  gigantic symposium of the physical and vocal creativities of a push first jump .

In winter the words that we throw are the hook of the cracks of memory … only remains the crumpling of gift wraps lying in a ball along the walls .

In winter there is places conducive to daily crossings for even more pleasure collide with voice and gesture the scheduling of adults .

In winter the soup is hot …  it burns the tongue and makes us blow on the contents of the spoon …  then rises the slow tides good for eating and sleeping …  in the evening when the merchant of sand will pass .

In winter no of salamalecs …  nothing but laughing eyes that the verses of the song evacuate in the rural break of a chorus known by all .

In winter we put hat and mittens to better see the sunset …  in catimini …  when the garlands of light look like fireflies at the beginning of a distant morning .

Children know that winter is sweet to those who know how to love … and that by having fun and respecting each other we weave the fabric of the days to come … traditional way of storing the ingredients needed to make the bread of tomorrow .

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Sylvain Gérard.work 2 – the man at his window

 

 Young man's emaciated face   
 out of his education   
 already capable of grasping   
 the contagious imbroglio   
 accumulations of knowledge.      
  
 And indeed he knows the world   
 the young man with the emaciated face   
 without eyes, without hands, sans jambes mais bouche ferme   
 he captures the beyond   
 him the guardian of the outside   
 and deep inside   
 it is shambles of accumulations   
 him the recipient of the turpitudes and privileges   
 under the noses and beards of the ancients   
 il est le plus habile 
 to fight judgment   
 him the ingenious with a zigzagging destiny   
 the rock roller   
 to the propitiatory springs   
 him guilty of robbery   
 he offers his life by his unspeakable torment   
 what are used   
 the dream makers, the poets, the mystics,   
 never to mistake the celestial thunderbolts   
 to cut his stomach one last night   
 être foudroyé par son ombre chaude. 
     
  
 Calm and drunkenness   
 a mask lies before us   
 rich in proven mythology   
 un masque d'accueil des reconstructions   
 where to collect the fragments of this scattered body.      
  
 O bride sister   
 even if I miss the scepter   
 I questioned and started the real life   
 celle de la loi des bulles   
 that only shamans reach, poets, prophets,   
 "cordiers" and "curly"   
 - (proponents of superstring theory and loop quantum gravity)    
 all followers of the lacunar space of withdrawn waters.      
  
 There is no greater emptiness   
 que le chant des nuages  
 open windows   
 we the birds of the verb   
 we the stirrers of the force of flight.      
  
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Sylvain Gerard. work 2 – the man at his window

    Young man's emaciated face   
 out of his education   
 already capable of grasping   
 the contagious imbroglio   
 accumulations of knowledge  .    
  
 And indeed he knows the world   
 the young man with the emaciated face   
 without eyes, without hands, without legs but open mouth   
 he captures the beyond   
 him the guardian of the outside   
 and deep inside   
 it is shambles of accumulations   
 him the recipient of the turpitudes and privileges   
 under the noses and beards of the ancients   
 he is the cleverest of men   
 to fight judgment   
 him the ingenious with a zigzagging destiny   
 the rock roller   
 to the propitiatory springs   
 him guilty of robbery   
 he offers his life by his unspeakable torment   
 what are used   
 the dream makers, the poets, the mystics,   
 never to mistake the celestial thunderbolts   
 to cut his stomach one last night   
 to be stunned by what he sees  .      
 Calm and drunkenness   
 a mask lies before us   
 rich in proven mythology   
 the welcome mask of the reconstructions   
 where to collect the fragments of this scattered body  .      
 O bride sister   
 even if I miss the scepter   
 I questioned and started the real life   
 that of bubble laws   
 that only shamans reach, poets, prophets,   
 "cordiers" and "curly"   
 - (proponents of superstring theory and loop quantum gravity)    
 all followers of the lacunar space of withdrawn waters.  
     
 There is no greater emptiness   
 than to call for the light   
 open windows   
 we the birds of the verb   
 we the stirrers of the force of flight  .

     
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Sylvain Gérard. work 1 – the escape

 Cette remontée du centre de la terre
 A belle allure vers le commencement 
du monde
 Cette perspective où s'essouffle 
le père invectivé 
 La brûlure des anciennes alliances 
que l'on découvre à demi-mortes le matin
 La plainte des animaux égarés en 
d'étranges contrées enfin créées
 Cette fuite vers des aubes promises
 Cet élan brisé contre la vitre des immobilités
 Cet éclair rouge sang du couteau 
contre le ventre
 Ce suçon de paix donné à la va-vite 
le temps de l'éructation
 Ce court-circuit des émotions vraies 
that a smile encloses between four planks.
 Ils sont partis
 Ils ont fuit
 Le courage à deux mains repliées sous 
la chape des convenances
 Ne les arrêtent que la fatigue et 
le soir qui tombe
 Errant de ruine en ruine
 Dans un chariot de bric et 
de broc assumé
 Le rétameur s'est éloigné dans 
un nuage de poussière
 Et la route fût longue et par trop inhospitalière
 Père et mère confondus à la craie 
graphés sur la carriole
 Leurs noms écorchés à demi effacés
 En vaines contorsions l'outil de 
braise fume en se mêlant à l'eau
 Je bave et m'extrais hors de cette 
chape carencée
 Pour la parole habile
Rise at the crossroads of salvos
 of understanding and vertigo.

 The heat of a tense desire 
sous la toile
 Éclair blanc au zénith
 La coquille éclate
 Le jaune se fait soleil rayonnant
 De cet éclat consacré au profond 
des origines
 De cet imbroglio d'os et 
d'organes disjoints
 Je pus grandir entre fiente et 
humidité
 Poussé sur le devant de la scène
 A noyer par l'alcool
 Ces myriades d'étoiles alors 
entrevues
 Si puissantes si fascinantes 
si monstrueuses
 Dialoguant avec ce corps douloureux
 my soul my god .
 I drove the hitch 
jusqu'à son terme
 Vers les plaines légères de pluie 
fine de vent soyeux de douce lumière 
 Ce ne furent que grâce et beauté
 Entre les barreaux de ma cellule 
à ciel ouvert
 Entre les rayons de mes roues 
ces interstices à mon déplacement si particulier
 Mon chapeau de lutin vissé sur la tête
 A dire et à redire des "I love you"
 Soft-footed my brothers and 
sœurs en création 
 Mon unique raison
 Ma déraison ultime.

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in the sandbox of the swallows

 In the sandbox of the swallows
there are sons of the Virgin everywhere
on the perimeter and in the openings
there are rays of light and knots of shadow
for the children of the round
their hands digging in the dust of angels
with tangy scents .

In the sandbox of the swallows
there are images of Epinal
over the blond heads
so that the fast-flying bird
grab it
for a few signatures further on scratch the azure
and deposit at the pediment of the houses
the dancing farandole .

In the sandbox of the swallows
there is gold under the sand
and the roots of the tree in joy
sink in abundance
myriad colored dots
on the faces of the children of the city
kept awake
by the piercing cry of the migrant .

In the sandbox of the swallows
there are plastic armchairs
hurt by time
than the puddle of rain
deposited on the white table
make each other look
graceful passage
from the swallow to the bath
droplets and feathers mixed
near the playful child .


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The man “coames”

The man is an inseparable whole. Through the integration of the body, taking into account the psyche associated with a dynamic of opening consciousness in a perspective spiritual, Man is One. This tripartite vision of the human being constituted by : the body-CO-, blade-AM-, the mind-IS- is essential to be part of our path of growing up being, for the man “coames” .

Le corps n’est pas le tombeau de l’âme comme le pensait Platon, but the musical instrument inspired by the Spirit. In our approach, être spirituel ce n’est pas échapper au corps mais s’ouvrir dans son corps à l’action de l’Esprit. Le corps traduit, d’une manière palpable et physique ce qui est autre, what is metaphysical, ce qui est impalpable et invisible . Le corps nous met en contact avec la réalité et nous permet un premier déchiffrage de l’univers qui nous entoure. By him, we can see, hear, to touch, to feel, to taste. Par nos sens nous accueillons des informations tangibles, informations qui peuvent nous faire accéder à des plans subtils .

Jews have a unitive approach to being human. Ils le considèrent comme un tout : la chair (bassar) pénétrée par le souffle (néfesh) où la chair est moins la chair-viande que l’Homme tout entier dans sa dimension cosmique et la “néfesh” la vitalité de la chair, what sets it in motion. Over there, la chair ne se saisit jamais séparée du souffle. La chair sans le souffle n’est plus chair mais cadavre .

The Bible also introduces the notion of“Ruah” who qualifies the Spirit of God, the life-giving breath. This “Ruah” urges the unfinished creature that we are to be part of a dynamic of accomplishment, to grow up to be. The “Ruah” allows to establish the coherence of the two constituent parts of man, “bassar” and“néfesh” . She energizes them .

Les Grecs ont perçu que la distinction entre l’esprit et l’âme s’avère essentielle. Platon pensait qu’en son intériorité l’âme prend conscience d’un quelque chose d’autre, elle est au-delà des considératins bassement matérielles, of his aspiration to transcendence . Cette dimension de l’âme, he called her “noûs”. The “noûs” est apparenté à un organe de vision. It is the possibility, au sein de la psyché de poser un regard sur les éléments de la psyché .

Also called upper part of the core or fine point of blade, the“noûs” identifies himself with a deep heart as a capacity for silence, of conscience and determination. The capacity for inner silence or “hésychia” is experienced in the meditation and prayer, it characterizes a stable state of being. The capacity of conscience, of expression and speech allows humans to become aware of his inner movements and to be able to name them such as the moods, the emotions, feelings, passions. The ability to make decisions and determination is this freedom that man possesses to register and remain in an inner dynamism without being distracted by solicitations from the world or to let oneself be diverted by parasitic thoughts .

It was then that the Spirit, the “Pneuma”, Greek term meaning the Breath coming from God comes to energize the being. Il éclaire toute chose. Nous sommes alors des êtres en devenir d’être réellement des êtres vivants . It's up to us not to miss the target, not to close us, to reconfigure ourselves according to our own personal identity, d’accéder à notre propre désir, à notre propre manière d’être car la parole de chacun d’entre nous est essentielle pour l’ensemble .

It is through this approach ofthe man “coames” that we can progress towards inner reconciliation, foundation of all relational life appeased .

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concert owl and night owl

  Nyctalope and Noctambule in concert walked hand in hand under a grain of passage .

Torn up and out of use, they blended together with the brine that an unwelcome typhoon had spilled the day before on the avenue occult schemes .

Able to take sides when the day would come, one by too many sticks, the other by summons to grace Divine, they forced those around them to leave their reserve to, at force of blows of mist tubes, open the lips of a chafouin sun .

A gull wept as it skimmed the mainmast of the schooner . The slowly assuming clouds moved in the uncreated of the situation .

Not bothering with humanistic thoughts Nyctalope and Noctambule urged unreason to be only executors discrete of the great work, busy with laser shots transforming small gesturing figurines of childhood in sheaves of colorful shards .

Sarabandes, noise of doors slamming, soft blisters pierced by the distaff, ranting belching out of throats to the agony ; everything was ready to hug more before the cold of the night .

This is how Nyctalope and Noctambule said on the seafront to cloud your brain, while spotting in the flight of seagulls, wise messengers left to suit by a few wreckers, the wriggling prayer of endless days .

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