The story is meeting   
under the lime trees on the square    
without curb chain the undone wick    
an adjoining smell of dung.         
 
To lie, do not lie    
this is the thing to do    
near the watering hole    
what is the old haired woman doing longs.        
 
walk and bend    
the sad little man    
with badly fitted panties    
under the wrinkled shirt.        
 
To be free one last time    
before entering the tunnel    
in accordance with the orders     
walk back in front of the covered walkway.        
 
It was a time    
narrow passages on the mosaic    
to seize the touch that would make marriage    
blue on blue with the spinning leaf.        
 
I cross myself in the shadow of surrender    
in conscience      
in front of this story    
with both hands offered.        
 
Let them feel the branch    
of our love games    
near white buds    
prone to attachment.        
 
Gurgling of a crushed throat    
in watercress    
in dark prediction    
with a word of grace.        
 
From Mother Earth to Spirit of the Earth    
everything is connected    
to the original perceptions    
to hear only one sound.        
 
Light everywhere   
on the white linen of the meadow     
delimiting with energy   
the shadow of the ash trees.        
 
Tortured stick and drum    
he called the totem animal    
in re-enchantment of the world    
without the line being erased.        
 
It always misses    
but what is it in fact    
this Presence in hollow and in colors    
under the immensification of the Living Day ?         
 
 
752

 
 
 The nail or the hook    
 on which to fix the Fire    
 generates the movement of the four seasons    
 commensal belief of princes.        
  
 see clearly    
 in the circle of stones    
 bordered heart eyes    
 by the Archangel of the Mandala.       
  
 To be our daily bread    
 at first sight of an act taken early    
 the seed took grace    
 to file the arrow in creation.        
  
 Ask for the portage in addition    
 the difference in level will provide for it    
 by its common versts    
 in this beginning of ascent.        
  
 The gaze relaxes    
 the mists disappear    
 the clouds are coming home    
 the sound of the bells rises from the valley.        
  
 Don't prevent the little man    
 to reach out    
 out of the undergrowth    
 engendering of self-unfolding.        
  
 Expertly orchestrated    
 meeting your inner creator    
 is done in raking light    
 à la sortie de l'estaminet.        
  
 Ne figez pas l'action    
 soyez le premier mot de l'avènement    
 aux quatre directions    
 des galets de la Connaissance.        
  
 En lisière du domaine    
 posez les armes    
 et dévorez les coléoptères    
 fruits des contritions écornées.        
  
 Épris du bruit des feuilles mortes    
 sous le talon nu    
 soyons le trou noir des reconductions    
 l'ouvrage aux énergies universelles.        
  
 The nail closes    
 le crochet crochète    
 le labyrinthe labellise l'étreinte    
 les gouttes d'eau fleurissent.        
  
  
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 Au sortir des plaines et collines
 les membres de la section
 empruntèrent jusqu'à l'exposition
 ce qu'il y avait de meilleur.
  
 Du papier kraft sur l'étal
 un Cimabue encadré
 aucune mention d'outre-mer
 rien que le passage des troupes.
  
 Me mets dans l’embarras
 en huit et en effroi
 la proie est à saisir
 sans retenue au pavillon d'octroi.
  
 From head to toe
 le corps dans l'entre-deux
 des crocs ad hominem
 sonnent le glas des accusations.
  
 Ivre et frêle
 dans son habitacle de satin
 le furoncle des mers
 s'accroche au bastingage des aurores.
  
 Essai millésimé
 des enflures programmées
 le vide s'époumone
 à nommer le plein et le délié.
  
 Rétablissez l'Atelier
 faites que le Vent chante
 faites que l'Esprit nécessite la pluie
 pour la méditation des ascètes.
  
 Des vertes pâtures désengluées
 à la mise sur le billot
 d'une régalade endiablée
 donnons libre cours à l'excès.
  
 Pour le soir venu
 au creux d'un vieux poème
 distinguer la limite des formes
 dans l'Infini de notre Être.
  
  

 ( Céramique de MARTINE CUENAT )

 750 

 
 
 Lady The Virgin
 to take a closer look at you    
 under the end of day light    
 you are Crowned Woman.        
  
 A duty done    
 to the late song of the lark    
 le passage se fait paisible et serein
 in the excess of demonstrations.
  
 The storm raises the mosette of the Father    
 from the foliage springs the song    
 of eternal passion    
 my eternal pain.        
  
 no sacrifice    
 my heart like a lotus   
 opens on the mantle of mourning   
 ecstasy of a dark night.        
  
 You are Mother Elephantine    
 a caduceus of peace on the chasuble    
 chaste concubine    
 of the constellation Hoopoe.        
  
 We will climb the steps of the palace    
 with the music of the ocean    
 all rigging out    
 vers les terres lointaines.              
  
 Close the bench    
 of this multitude of disparate objects    
 let's fire the Form    
 so that unity comes.        
  
 Through the mouse hole    
 aesthetic relationship   
 Let's eat Beauty and Truth    
 in proportion to time and space.            
  
 In the background of our life        
 beasts and plants throb    
 like mother and child    
 in front of hills and streams.        
  
 A rustle is heard    
 in the royal forest    
 along the paths    
 with tears the cover sparkles.        
  
 holding hands    
 the man and his work    
 the woman more free than ever    
 and the child in its case.        
  
  
 749
   

 

 Biped with two colors    
 in illustrative capacity    
 I run    
 according to the basic rules of anatomy.        
   
 there is gray    
 gray that we roll    
 we get drunk    
 at the corner of the streets of the soul.       
  
 There are yellow days    
 days without lime     
 waiting for the almond    
 adjoining water mint point.        
  
 And then like an imbalance    
 very difficult to catch up    
 arises the kidnapping of the treasure    
 at the trigger of dead wood.        
  
 To caress   
 granular diverticula    
 the sly apple    
 the hand winks on the wild animal of these woods.        
  
 In romantic elevation    
 without alienation where I come from    
 I am going to evict harmful elements    
 towards the greasy pole of resilience.        
  
 you affected me    
 Advent silver flutes
 at the breastplate 
 the invigorating touch of a royal plant.
  
 Stopped
 with a finger pointing to the sky    
 fern dance    
 sketched the face that does not stare.        
  
 And for good reason    
 without having to give or receive    
 generate oneself in a closed cycle    
 does not expand consciousness.        
  
 Of the two colors    
 one is protective    
 the other boarding  
 and their meeting, birth of the child of light.
       
  
  
  
 748
   

 
 
 Listen to the stones    
 even though they speak    
 pumice and sweet    
 of the night of our history.        
  
 They penetrated the shadow    
 and perpetuated the great mixing of the elements    
 until cracking the mountain to spring    
 in fulfillment of the great adventure.        
  
 They are already fomenting the future    
 they call the form    
 who will bring them in and out     
 overlaps and folds.        
  
 Let's dialogue with the stones    
 let's be the vein and the lichen of their texture    
 let their slow drift flow    
 towards construction and destruction.          
  
 And if a stone ends up on the shelf    
 it's just a passing moment    
 in mouse gray suit    
 of a casual exposure.        
  
 Delicate moment when without protection    
 see in approach    
 the great reversal    
 and reconnect with the Living Being.        
  
 Fulgurance and dispossession    
 are strange memories    
 gathered at hue and dia    
 on the sidelines of our learning.        
  
 listen far away    
 through the corridors of desire    
 go up quietly    
 the marriage of stone and water.        
  
  
 746
   

 

 Grandfather's statement     
 en activité profonde    
 d'une promesse génétique   
 fantasme de chef de famille.     
     
 Éclaire-moi    
 garde la tête froide    
 renonce à l'hypnose et parle bas    
 toi le soleil cathartique.        
  
 En amour    
 il est une façon de plaire    
 qu'augmentent le sadisme et l'avidité    
 celle de ne pas assister à l'accouchement.        
  
 A chaque technique    
 correspond une salve d'à-priori    
 celle des cosses se cassant    
 dans une histoire précoce de gosses.        
  
 Ne restons pas en bord de route    
 la règle est de lever le pouce    
 sans angoisse et patiemment    
 par petites touches de conscience vigilante.         
  
 Le bon père aboie devant le loup    
 pour une mise en ordre    
 des approximations culturelles    
 tel le chat avec la souris.        
  
 Délions les sourires de l'esprit    
 à ne plus consulter l'embargo religieux    
 soyons le pur produit    
 de l'arrimage au cerveau limbique.        
  
 Et si le monde ploie    
 à perte de vue la glaciation des œuvres    
 n'employons pas de mots pernicieux    
 pour esquiver la proie et l'ombre.        
  
  
 745
   

 

 Des caresses à pleines pelletées    
 récolte des lumières    
 dans l'arène des matamores    
 dansent les amabilités.        
  
 D'un geste elle invite    
 d'un autre elle retient    
 la dicte souffrance des droits et des chances    
 par la parabase.        
  
 Respecter la vie    
 est sens menu des choses de l'esprit    
 n'y prêtons garde que durablement     
 sans que l'heure intervienne.        
  
 Le miroir se trouble    
 les serpents de mer montent en surface    
 la pensée savante passe au rebut    
 émergent les perroquets bleus des professeurs.        
  
 Salut, ce sera sans moi    
 je ne danserai pas avec toi    
 one by two    
 le polype éclata d'une giclure fine.        
  
 Pas de tapage    
 au loin la démence en grand équipage    
 pour peu que les radars passent au crible    
 les mains tendues de la soumission.        
  
  
 744