Show me your skin from under the veil   
I know there is there   
The wandering of things experienced   
And the chart of things to come.      
 
So quickly remove this nonsense   
From the song jar   
Be in learned ignorance   
Of not knowing our master.      
 
Nothing left around us   
Apparently but resourceful    
The source   
The luminous contact.      
 
Long before accumulated knowledge   
By our personality   
There is the pre-existing to all that   
Our Being.      
 
Watching at the edge of the woods   
The little nothing of the great outdoors   
Fear, anger, desire, vanity   
All gathered for the rally of illusions.      
 
Let's be lucid   
It's not who counts   
That the sole of the shoe treading the ground   
And the nose in the air for the lulu lark.     
 
In other words   
Say " Merci "   
Engages the Being undergoing depersonalization   
Towards the fangs of eating.     
 
Let's put down the calame   
On the stone of investigations   
Let's be the wind of desire   
Let's be the good guy.      
 
The veil lifted   
Bring ashes to the Spirit   
Then comes the origin of this dissipation   
Freedom inseparable from energy.      
 
( detail of a drawing by Jean-Claude Guerrero )
 
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