just be there, in his body, gracefully. Breathe the air present.

And see. To feel your whole being dissolve in the face of this which is in front of you.

And what does it matter if the limit between me and what I give myself to see is emerging, moving, blurred and then seeming animated by an energy without source or destination.

For long minutes, to wait or not to wait, what does it matter since I am just as much the origin as the end of the world, and that the time pulses out of time passing a music so insistent that I layer my thought and my words on the present mystery.

May only the lark take me out of this daydream to tell me that it's late and that I'll have to go home.

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  The calm is already here, in me, at remains if I may say.

If I look for it elsewhere, I am unfaithful to him.

To be stripped is to be totally self, totally naked, to let burst this joy which is already present in we, this joy that even precedes us.

No need to go looking for him to come. He's already here.

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One of the paths to inner freedom is not to be found in self-affirmation as we too often hear, but just being there. Just there.

 Just be yourself, no more no less, and be open to others.

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But they are inevitable.

At times it feels like a total failure.. HAS other times and in a much more dangerous way one has the feeling to have succeeded.

These feelings should be taken for what they are. are : judgments of the ego on what the ego is not qualified to judge.

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The fury of the creative act in all its existential nudity seems to arise from the psychic matter of the third party included by the highlighting of the affectivity of the hidden third party.

Logic of contradictory .

(nod to Basarab Nicolescu)

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    That of writing which inscribes the concept by breaking the rhapsodist mystery,

That of the woody white laden with worker sweat,

That of the woven weave which brings out the palimpsest of the pile of knowledge

And the white one at the end of the race, white since open in emptiness to what will be.

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  Each face is a text to decipher .
If I observe the face of the other without 
reduce it to what I think I know of it, 
then an opening can occur in 
my conscience and this is how God 
comes to mind .

The face of the other recognized in its otherness 
is of the order of the elusive and 
the infinite .
 
The face is a continent that we never have 
finished exploring, a limitless land, 
a bottomless ocean. 
 
His features, its relief like that of 
the Earth's crust, bear the imprint of 
all the big and small shakes 
who marked him .
 
Reading between the lines of the face supposes a 
" clairvoyance " that comes from the heart, go straight 
in the heart and which is called love.
Le visage, this icon of the invisible, is good 
plus fine, more precious and even more beautiful, 
when the being who painted it by his experience, is 
passed through the test.

 The relationship with the face occurs as 
goodness .

Look at a person's face, it is to put 
his ego aside, it's trying to forget, 
self ; is to allow oneself to be contemplated by the face of 
the other, of this neighbor who is there, in front of 
oneself and obliges us, necessarily and tenderly, 
to make the stranger his closest brother.
 
 " Looking at you your good smile invades me ... 
Am I still of this world ? "                                                     
 " thank you godmother . Thank you my good fairy . "
 

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   And although having yielded too much for less than nothing to the external event, this one nevertheless allowed me to read my inner demons and a small step towards the light.

And it's not so bad especially if, the wind stirring the wind turbines,  lists the wonder possibilities of the world.

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 It seems to me to be of great importance to return the debts that our children or loved ones may owe to us .

” You don't owe me the love I have for you given, you are free to accept it or refuse it ” .

It is the best of conditions so that they do not remain chained by the tenderest and worst of debts., that of affection .

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  ” It is practice makes perfect, it is by reading that one becomes bindweed. “

And by photographing that one becomes a photographer – It's the fault of the graph and the background and if it comes together it becomes ” need to graph the background ” –

This is a writing close to the Vision. So that in developing the integrating process of the chain made of words and sounds of what shows, we pass the wall of symbolism. There is then access to speak to be, fault through which paradoxes engulf, nonsense, a breath novelty, and the random flight of a great bird drunk with freedom : the crazy-in-being that reverses the perspectives of any humanist project.

Between Tuilière and Sanadoire.

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