words and herbs   
 between the ears of wheat   
 for roadside escape blueberries   
 snuggle up like snow in spring   
 in the jeep    
 of the reconquest.      
  
 Under an immense sky   
 with small white and red tufts   
 whispered the initials   
 with your eyes open   
 tastes of metal under the tongue   
 such pebbles stirred at the end of a stick.      
  
 The cliff hanging   
 hemmed the claws of the sea   
 on the pebbles of the foreshore   
 tender notes within reach of smiles   
 traded like talkative seagulls   
 gathering the mossy festoons.      
  
 Perched on the highest boards   
 yesterday's notebooks   
 were the shells of our library   
 suspended sentences   
 of our fathers and mothers   
 washing the child with an ounce of "sent-bon".      
  
 Clap the hailstones   
 on the glass of the saints of ice   
 long life glade   
 opening to who better   
 the lids of our archaic fears   
 that no man can tame.      
  
 Slaps and blisters   
 for the return of the forgotten   
 in disturbing cohort   
 over the air of a reel   
 igniting pheromone puffs   
 of a waking thought.      
  
 Under the tent   
 hot and sweet tea   
 lists age suckers   
 propitious to flee to the streaks of the east    
 blinding emergency bells   
 of our quest for security.      
  
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 Of our bodies   
 pure wonder   
 flowed the subtle concretions   
 fragrant and inspiring   
 of our pact of love.      
  
 were meeting   
 nature, the Earth and the Cosmos   
 cherishing hearts high   
 the bonds of fraternity and sharing   
 with our human brothers and sisters.      
  
 At the deep source   
 of the Sacred Feminine   
 hollowed out roots   
 in strange tubes   
 propagated the sound of ancestral calls.      
  
 Hail Gods and Goddesses
 allowing the generous Earth
 to receive wisdom and grace
 on the rise 
 with the depth of silence.
  
  
 799 

 
 
 The saying of the rose hips  
 that l'on govern   
 such a blue bird   
 hanging on the panel   
 of all traffic   
 bring bells in may   
 such opportunity curve   
 shapely for a miss contest   
 conducive to echo gardening   
 simmered   
 ready to understand   
 the beating heart   
 at the table exposed   
 in front of the illegal immigrant   
 stealing a piece of bread     
 all whims combined   
 before contacting
 with part of creation. 


 798 

little sister i love you
Of this feeling
From this shaking
Of consideration
Dthe things of life
Which gently light up the room
When the daylight fades
And let the fireflies take over.
 
There are nights of self-sacrifice
Approaching the great Everything
Which matter is in its pure state
Where the flesh is raw
But contains its future.
 
Being is there
And to be is to commit to one's task with its trials
Which are all ways of extracting the jewel from its matrix.
 
The breath
The free movement of the mind.
 
You are emission and transmission
Dear Frédérique
And this light that makes you beggar for love
Is the essential definition
To understand how to accomplish the Business.
 
you are full
And I'll be there when you give birth
And we'll give it a name
A very small name
" Small woodland grass in a ray of light " for example
And it will be good like that
When closing the suitcase
Before fading away
To be born again.
 
797

 
 
 feather of life   
 in the hollow of the gorse   
 the sun has gone out   
 so that full skin is born   
 happy Days.      
  
 Hear and be silent   
 when stands the lawyer   
 near his pavilion   
 counting the nuts of the grant   
 in denial of oneself.      
  
 take and put away   
 for the day of glory helping   
 come out of his lair   
 like day in winter   
 go through the thickets with foaming lips.      
  
 Come out one last time   
 of joy and fury    
 the office mare   
 of Charybde on Scylla   
 to be poor of oneself.      
  
 My love of living waters   
 let's not measure our laughter   
 as for the salt meadow of our childhood   
 the sunday sheep   
 are splashes of watercolor.      
  
  
 796 

 
 
 Still had to
 bite into the saddle of the bustard
 oh precious rebel
 that the tooth moves
 hollow passage between the screens
 breach of dereliction
 muse approached
 between stone and light
 that I had not taken for a candelabra
 under the starry sky
 nocturnal thoughts
 one by two
 in such an unbreakable way
 just a pinch of salt
 on the tail of the green mouse
 would make a puppet
 taming the precious treasure
 to cultivate knowingly
 outside the petrified immobility
 of any reflection
 pruned glass cage
 from the heart of the hurricane
 leather gloved hands
 in reversal of the direction of our gaze
 that rock crystal spells
 history of accommodating
 the language of the snake
 to that of the deep earth.
  
  
 795 

So soft and so fleshy   
your skin in the morning light   
was vineyard peach   
under the wisteria with native foliage.      
 
Everything seemed to me   
of an infanta in May appeared   
the smile of the abandoned child   
by the gropings of life.      
 
No trace of the strange fight   
to join earth and sky   
after the meeting   
luminous excavation of the lips of the world.      
 
Masters of the Gate Scrolls   
les oiseaux encorbellant l'entrée   
we could abandon all perfection   
hold out your hand in front of the obol.      
 
Whispered in the ear of the beggars   
hear it and the ease of saying   
extended the teaching   
by sharing Looks.      
 
Perpetual sacred dance   
on the dewy meadow   
at will we filled our bag   
from the clarity of the dawning day.      
 
From chaos to chaos   
we crossed the ford of alterities   
for dozing on the cart   
consider the continuation of our quest.      
 
Invisible trade you for me   
harnessing the rising energy of the mountain trees   
and the downward energy of the races to the stream   
it was time to irrigate our bodies.      
 
Through the reticle of eternal aim   
we blew the fuses of madness   
to compel the monsters   
to restore our works and prayers.      
 
children are born   
in wicker baskets   
in the evening at the start of backbreaking work   
sans que comprendre signifie le chemin absolu.      
 
So soft and so fleshy   
your skin in the morning light   
was tender tapestries   
agitée par le souffle de la présence.      
   
 
794
 

 
 
 Dad had his hands shaking   
 joined on the comforter in pastel shades   
 without the gray mice of boredom escaping.      
  
 It didn't take a few words   
 no noble diatribes   
 to assess the tenderness of the moment.      
  
 There were drips of spirit   
 on the pictures attached to the bedroom wall   
 like flies on the tapestry of a life.   
  
 From crack to crack   
 will we walk   
 without the footsteps crunching on the pebbles   
 at the foot of the cliffs   
 that the sea cut up at its ease   
 in times of storms   
 the smile of the emerging mists   
 letting pass under the paleness of a low sun   
 the balance that establishes stillness   
 near the port of arrival   
 for the last boat   
 sown with wildflowers   
 at the sunset of our memories.      
  
  
 793
   

 
 
 May   
 along the corridors   
 you bathed my eyes   
 of a pure wave   
 diamond of anemones.      
  
 Of your gestures    
 salient to the golden breath of discernment   
 you picked the mistletoe   
 such hatched dreams   
 the space of a night.      
  
 Field on the distant horizon   
 come by the path of alterities   
 the fragrant scents   
 spilled barley   
 on thick borage.      
  
 Have gone down in career   
 the thunderbolts of conscience   
 in skirts and frock coats   
 the mustaches and the mustaches   
 of the beautiful love of the presence.      
  
 To no longer get along   
 not to fall in love   
 came up from the low plains   
 with measured steps  
 the clashing pairs of our animality.      
  
 In the center of the square   
 we called our masters   
 in natural fertility   
 eyeing the ancestral harmony   
 with a radicality imbued with light.      
  
  
 792