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 This source of tears that springs.

     Sometimes we happen to soil but it is through tears that we renew our purity first.

     Tears are like the boundary between our bodily state and our spiritual state, as the transition point between the present time and the time to come in which we can enter through anticipation already in this life.

     The newborn child is crying when we come into this world.

     We should never give and receive love without shedding tears.

     Tears can restore lost virginity.

     It is essential to distinguish three kinds of tears : sensual tears,  spiritual tears and devilish tears.

     The tears diabolical, – Greek “diabolikos”, cut in two – are the tears to pretend, crocodile tears, the tears that opportunely allow the individual to put himself in correspondence with this which suits him to circumvent. These are the tears of despair, the tears hypocrisy that deceive the company and sink us into falsehood by the cleavage that takes place in us, we also deceive ourselves.

     The tears sensual are generally linked to the passions. These are the fruits of anger, frustration, envy, self-pity or simply nervous excitement. They express our sadness at living in a world that does not live up to our aspirations. It is not forbidden to cry in the face of a great trial or at a funeral ; it is even rather wise, because the tears can act like a balm and the wound is deeper when the pain is repressed.

     The tears spiritual are not the result of our own efforts. They are a gift from elsewhere. They are closely linked to the depths of ourselves. They bring us to new life. They are of two orders. To the degree the lower, they are bitter and purify us ; they are like the blood that flows from the wounds of our soul. To the highest degree, they are soft and commit us to a form of enlightenment prelude to a better elsewhere ; they indicate the spiritualization of our senses and participate in the transformation of the human person. These two types of spiritual tears should not, however, be too sharply opposed, because one leads to another. What is born as tears of regret can turn into tears of gratitude and joy.

     The one who put on the robe bridal affliction of tears, knows the marriage of the spiritual laughter of the soul and the lonely calm of distant spaces.

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Accept

These things in life that make you unhappy, injured, angry
 those things in life that have been and are
 and yet
 any situation must be accepted
 as she comes
 whoever she is
 it's like that
 this is how, now
 this is what happened .

      
 After the right time for the feeling
 do not remain in procrastination
 after acceptance there is reflection and then action.

  Accepting is not fleeing the situation
 it's looking her in the face
 name her
 understand it
 discern
 en avoir connaissance parfaite
 by confronting it with what really matters to you.

  Joy
 this calm
 this state where sadness and misfortune cannot attack us
 this gift to be made and to be made to the other
 ultimate self-presence
 the perfect musical chord of the organ
 deep inside.


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 Whatever you do
 be there
 waiting
 of what will come to split the armor
 or will not come
 doesn't matter since it is a sign
 that no one can distinguish between the signs .

  Memory
 what people might think of us
 after we left
 becomes insignificant
 as soon as the door-to-door trial and error
 teach us to simply "to see" .

 We'll go wherever we want
 without hate or pleasure
 just with the joy of having been
 et d'être jusqu'au point de non-retour
 a being among beings
 a little to be
 a creator of beings
 marching towards nothingness
 where everything stops and continues
 as the universe expands
 exchange of matter and energy
 whose mind cannot be separated .

 We peddle
 a tiny fraction of a second
 the message of love
 of a life of yours or mine
 doesn't matter
 since the in-between
 of what differentiates us and unites us
 is carrying the "we" supreme .


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  Mount the complaint
 En volutes lentes
 Sourde tornade
 Jusqu'au regard amène
 Figé par la sidération .

 The handle of the basket is to be braided
 D'entre les objets sacrés
 La passiflore épanouie
 Ragrée le sens de la vie
 Le maudit est passé .

 Walking through the steep paths
 Le limon colle aux pieds
 S'entrouvre une lueur diaphane
 D'entre les voix des suppliants
 Lâches dans leur penchant à la servitude .

 In column
 L'humanité investit les lacets de la montagne
 Ascension régulière
 Aux rythmes des cymbales
 Et des oriflammes  claquant au vent
 Vers le Très Haut .

 The chiselled faces full of wisdom
 Se mêlent aux lancinantes mélopées
 Conjugaison singulière
 Offrant refuge
 À nos âmes éprouvées .


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  Fresh pigmented strawberries
 between her purple lips
 she went gallantly escorted
 orange blossoms and birdsong
 charm the company
 with her graceful glances and gestures .

      Of a sonorous chord full of broken glass
 and the mooing of the caribou
 he organized the concert hall
 go as I push you .

      As shapely as a male bustard
 the cantor advanced to the edge of the pit
 to say loud and clear his appetite for the holy brood .

      Was heard then
 in the tunnel leading to the arena
 the clink of the beast's hooves
 as if we had to quickly
 stop all quarreling
 and meet us around this kill .

      The fresh strawberries became spoiled jam,
 the eructation of the cantor burst the wall of rice paper,
 the grave chord of the caribou caught a cold
 until finished under glass bell jar
 wrapped
 and ready for the parade .

 ...  had put my head under water !
 and as it was not enough
 I broke the bathtub
 with big kicks of shoed boots
 to hear me say
 that the beyond is like here
 it stings and it stinks .

  .................  When the presence is not at the rendezvous
 when Victory is at hand .


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He is valuable to learn to look and listen because there is no question of to passively submit to what seems wonderful. But what do you call listening ? what do you call watching ?

When being surrenders to its own availability, that he is in a posture of relaxed contemplation, that it is emptied of the residues of the past, then he enters the game of shapes, colours, volumes and sounds. It becomes imbued with the present.

And under the cobblestones, the beach ; under our feet condescension to normalcy, creation. The one that unifies unity underlying feelings. The being is there, in this loneliness, in this non-duality. It is the effective experience of this loneliness interior and it traces its furrow.

For those who are creative, there is shaking about everything, there is reference to oneself.

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 This entire frozen universe .

 This food of another order then delivered .

 This responsibility to go with an open heart
 quitte à se laisser bousculer par les énergies du lieu .

 Seek with ardor .

 approach the spirit .

 The external death of the sage is the internal birth 
 of those who seek .

 La neige et le froid contractent nos volontés 
 around the essential .

 We won't perceive the deer with the crystal heart without also being the hunter
 and if our numb fingers pull the trigger too fast
 let's not grumble about this clumsiness
 it could be that between death and life there is something else
 telle floraison
 toute de respect et enjointe à ce qui est .


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