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 Open / Farm
  what dies  ?  
    
 This body that we are going to burn or that we are going to bury and which will decompose      
 I feel the strength of my Person, which is much more than this body .  
   
 I am spirit merging into the eternal Spirit that transcends this body that is born and dies .
      
 A great and perhaps unique freedom available to man, it is to identify oneself or not with this body .   
   
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To be here and now, in accepting who we are ; as to recognize and accept that I am not available for such and such person or in such and such a situation .

Deuxio, as “well-ordered charity begins by your own” : love each other, love each other “self”. love what in itself close to each other. Love the closure .

Then : To see, and make the apparent paradox opens up to end up loving the other .

Love the opening .

” In the open world

I walked

to get over it by the grace of the mystery “.

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Or “self-production” , or “autopoiesis”. System organizational developing the ability to self-produce on a permanent basis by referring to self as the essential property of systems living .

It completes or opposes the “first cybernetics” which marks the adjustment and the man's dependence on the machine. More prosaically, the first one cybernetics is the set of theories relating to communications and regulation between the living being and the machine .

The second cybernetics reintroduces the notion of “topic” in understanding of the living. The discrimination of “self” and you “not-soi” constitutes the fundamental property of establishing a relation with “oneself” in, by and in spite of the relationship with the other, outside .

The living thing in self-organizing creates itself .

The recursive return to one's self, at l’ “autos”, opens the field of possibilities, creativity, of ethics.

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 I love your titmouse smile
 on your hand
 the gaze rises towards a sky of ripe seeds
 without regret on crepe paper
 I spell your name
 Leonore sapphire blue
 of your syllabic eyelashes
 I redo the world
 your singing march
 empty the belly of my expectation
 your arms up
 are the promise
 of a married ritual
 i love your titmouse smile
 on your hand
 the gaze rises towards a sky of ripe seeds
 pass the wind and the sighs
 weave the moose stole
 bend the vine against the earth
 for a new day
 readjust the gaze
 Leonore sapphire blue
 of your syllabic eyelashes
 I fall in love
 because you know you are free .


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 The fact of holding it in the hand evokes the mastery of the energy of the environment that we wish to develop .

In the triple world, from the body, of language and the mind, there is room for the bliss that arises. line of fire. Sharing and capacity .

The central channel is immersed in the peat of the mental. Full detachment, it is penetration of consciousness. The distinction between subject and object is eclipsed .

Trace rouge, sun and moon confused, the breath vital and the Mind cease to wander .

Trace rouge, void path, middle lane, commitment to achieving the Emptiness .

Initiatory path from black tar to emergence white lead, its opposite, by adding light before the rise towards the red trail, ultimate effort to get out of the backwater of polarities to access non-duality .

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From the earth rises vital energy, from stable ground and horizontal. There is stretching of the limbs of the plant being. This one is equipped of a bodily presence that becomes a form of incarnation. And this being-tree there represents the skiff allowing to cross the ocean of the subtle worlds without sink .

As for the sun making its way through the mist and antlers, he overshadows this being-tree there. It is the descent of the Spirit. As well high that the star has risen, the previous day, he ends up coming down. The head falls into heart .

In the center of the mound the vertical column planted in commemoration of a patriotic holiday, marks the false verticalization of our state of being-social animal quick to legitimize any construction of our weakness against the finitude that overwhelms us, to make one monument, a collection of words that lie, And this, to hide our nakedness, in order to veil the beautiful arrangement of our possibilities to develop ourselves .

The meeting of the tree and the light is the moment of knowing the ultimate word for, giving a little sign of hand to our children, enroll us by degrees, slowly and steadily, toward what contains us and orients us .

” Climb the mountain and die.”

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     Educate yourself to the occasion of a relationship, of a place, of a time, of a local color, of one socio-cultural environment.

Educate yourself because it is done, and that derogating from this obligation can cut you off from social integration, from the ordinary, integration, lucky to have a successful life, of normality.

So I let myself be educated. I used my panty bottoms on the school benches. Obedient, I learned what to do to be like the others, to survive. Come what may, I calmed my impulses in the societal mold. I had wives and children. I have grandchildren. I have house and food. And then I gave myself a hint of originality that makes my personality, narcissizes me just enough not to become a sheep of Panurge.

I built myself in the shadow of my country, a civilized country where social security and retirement pension give me something take advantage of what is known as rest, a deserved tranquility !

In the shade of my tree, i'm waiting for death.

But it turns out that I'm already dead.

I failed to live. I did not surprise life. I did not promulgate it to the rank of risk-taking. I have not traveled. I I did not know the other peoples of the world. The heavy trials have saving. I knew how to keep the suffering within bearable limits. I have read and watched a lot of television and am “aware” to not bad things ! I was nice to people ! I saved myself to live as long as possible and in good enough health !

It is at this point of opacity of my behavior that the Elsewhere appeared to me, like a thunderstorm on a beautiful summer day, in forcing me to look at this something of the order of the intimate and much more that my simple life. And this thing that is outside of time and space catch up by pulling me by the tails : ” hey, Coco, you're not going away go out like this, you have to pay with your person ! “

But who is it? ? Me who me I took for a simple and anonymous lambda individual, would it really be me referred ?

Yes. I am questioned ; they torture me and I confess : ” I am a person “.

A person with a name – not just the name of my national identity card – , a name engraved somewhere in the Universe ; i have a body, a heart, Energy, a psyche, a very soul that confronted with something that I don't quite understand, animates me and summons me to meet this greater than me – and yet who is in me –  , to meet the Surprise, Evidence from elsewhere, some say the Spirit. I am truly a person present ; I am ” Presence ” .

Ciel, I live ! I see and I live ! I do things like walks, I shave, I practice gymnastic, I write poems, I'm cooking, the garden, the chat, pictures with my relatives, I call, I even sing, … and here I am caught up in this feeling of unknown Immensity that surrounds me, by the Mystery and an irrepressible force that pushes me to really be this Being that I am ; the senses, the heart, soul and psyche wide open gathered in my Person and facing the ultimate Adventure.

I have to be accountable, to register at register of the living. I can't spin anymore. An obligation to results catch up with me. To face. Take the next step that will make me Be. Accept. Say yes.

Violent lights streak the dazzling mouth clouds, a cataract of rain stupefies me, the golden orb of a fallen sun boundless skies confuse me. I advance very close to the ultimate cliff. At end of the end.

I am ” Regard “, and …  Your fund …  I dissolve …  I am ” Absence ” …  and,  …  I'm not here anymore.

…

It will be there.

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 sweet offering
 spiral of tenderness
 in the hollow of the palm
 fit to receive the dragonfly
 instant fragile
 at the corner of the lips
 sourire dédicat
 without affectation
 a queen's hand
 relationship ready
 for gliding
 of the breath of the spirit
 gird with a bracelet of light
 the expected prayer
 echoing the roar of evidence
 raw and filiform indentation
 d'une voix échappée à l'orée du bois
 sacred spring half buried under the moss
 that even the ear glued to the ground
 cannot perceive
 without the help of angels.


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  " Celui qui n'espère pas n'atteindra pas l'inespérable ."  (Héraclite)

 Surtout ne laisse pas ta vie se taire .
 
On a tous notre petite étoile qui scintille pour notre vie .

  Aime et pardonne .

 Colore ta vie, l'essentiel est minuscule .

 Fume le calumet de la paix et ne tue pas .

 Imaginer, ça rend heureux .
 
Des reflets de tendresse sur le fil de mon cœur, lucioles d'émerveillement .

 Les hirondelles reviennent au printemps, peut-être croient-elles que l'hiver nous a changés.

 Laisse éclore ton cœur .


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  ( à partir de messages écrits sur les murs de Paris en mai 68 )