I lost my knife
 on the table
 between the toaster
 and the chestnut jam,
 disappearu
 in the bad boys lane.

 I went to the forest
 weeping pine grove
 sap dripping in their wounds
 as chestnut leaves
 screeching under the sole
 in their damp bedding.

 Some light mists
 at the limit of visibility
 were moving upstream
 accompanied by engine noise
 sipping asphalt
 hissing gulps.

 Magnitude sept
 to go up the channel
 the dolphins followed us
 without firing a shot
 at the edge of the foreshore
 with crystal pearls.

 The three young people
 prancing from thumbnail to thumbnail
 filed raised aligned diverted
 in great animation
 on the grandmother's tablecloth
 white ermine
 and red cap.

 There could have been birds
 but the low mist
 stifled the animal gesture
 mockingly however
 a jay tore the wadding of these places
 of a devastating shrillness.

 Mission accomplished
 we drank good wine
 the raclette disgorged
 its tongues of liquefied cheeses
 there was voice
 the adults raised their voices
 the younger ones activated the fork
 the women laughed or slept.

 Mille fleurs poussaient sur le dégorgeoir  
 le fossé rempli de mucus
 overshadowed the primroses
 the sagittal advance of the moon
 finished his shift.

 The house was made of wood
 of heat and cries
 the stairs on the fly
 deposited on the landing
 alcoves of life
 the kitchen
 fragrant
 the stay
 in the fireplace
 sleeping
 spacious
 computing
 discreet
 the music
 always present
 mountain equipment
 dangling.

 Concerted order reigned
 randomly distributed
 it was fierce
 alive and complice
 in this liberation of living forces,
 the youth played at frightening themselves,
 adults catapulted the right words
 like prunes out of the jar,
 the old man wrote his challenge
 so that the crumbs of the festive assault
 remain.   

 I lost my laguiole
 and ask the smart elves
 to make it emerge
 between bread and wine
 out of the wood-fired oven
 having served last time
 to roast the ten kilogram turkey.  
 
 Four sails
 and their reflections
 in the wave of origins
 to flutter
 in search of wind
 depriving the sky
 of a deployment here. 
 
 Dear humans of my family
 I put away my medals
 former missionary
 in the monstrance
 promises once made
 between the lens and the stone
 when the fire overflowing with joy
 cracked the joints
 ancient 
 of which I become the paragon.  

 A thousand stars twinkled
 we started walking
 the nine planets
 around our sun
 to emit this energy
 always scratched
 to the picture rails
 colorful canvases
 under the brush
 of waters and forests
 my relatives
 but me
 Bélisaire effronté
 the full ghoul
 sweets from the day before. 

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 This know-how between us   
 this word 
 this shadow by our differences   
 hanging on the thorns of wild rosehips   
 this link that unites us   
 the breath that takes us   
 swirling spiral   
 to this humble transitional room.   
   
 Ensemble,   
 in the dust of oblivion   
 autumn mists   
 wait for him to come   
 in confirmation of our fatuity   
 settle his last business   
 then retreat alone   
 on the borders of the all-rounder.    
   
 There are nights such   
 that my blood   
 his blood   
 calls me from the bottom of the crypts   
 to the failure to have been   
 le long des mains courantes sociétales   
 intact under the storm
 the cap screwed on the head.    

    
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I see you.

I intend to communicate with you.

Je prends mon temps et réfléchis à ce que je pourrai faire pour te connaître mieux.

By a posture neutral, by a detachment, a withdrawal of my physical energies and emotional, I understand you in your gush, your complexity, in the puzzle of your constitution, in your references, in your differences with this that I am.

I have some sensations and emotions in dialogue with your sensations and emotions without them let it escape and swell in order to spot them, name them, qualify them, classify them, contain them.

Then comes to named point, by reduction of attention, by a sensitive concentration, a contemplative injunction to grasp through thought and intuition the aspects of your being spotted as a whole to tune them in a simple and unique all – a shape.

In this one I look for your very essence, the point from which everything stretches, everything expands, everything is falling in love.

For that I transcends form by a wisdom of the approach which I access by empathy with your own mind, by erasing the context of our thoughts and our world.

I go to the core, towards the quintessence, the simple point, the zero dimension of my desire to know you better.

Can I consider your world, as you live it, as you breathe it out, as you the exalts.

I enter your world.

I see it and the approach in feeling and in understanding.

I do Experience life from your own perspective.

Was, at point meeting of the two components of the lemniscate, symbol of our meeting, the quintessential aspect of my world on my side, and yours from your side, express the source, the germ of what will be, of what is.

I try to think like i was you, like i'm your mind and i get it if you grasp for yourself the quintessential point, the interest you have in us know.

Until now I manipulated the ideas without manipulating you, while you whom I call or who calls me you live in the world things that you can touch and feel, of which you make a case, by invoking knowledge, events and people you are familiar with.

That's when I create a space where we can meet, a “history” who will dress my bundle of ideas for knowledge elements, of events, symbols and of poetry that are familiar to you making sensitive listening possible, integrative and involved in this story in which you will move without think, as in passing, with innocence and vigor, drifting from your imagination and acceptance of the upsurges of the unconscious.

This “history”, ce support, will become a clean place where you will have access with common sense and that you can appropriate and explore without limits when the time comes.

In this space of freedom you will be able to experience my proposal, in his reflection, as part of a story that you can make your own, which could have been plausible in your own life and which will lead you on an adventure there where you are.

You will invest the field offered in a free posture relieved of the weight of causalities and a task.

We are all two rich in ideas and sensitive to “stories”, short stories, legends and parables that get us out of our prisons of the mind.

In the communication we take turns emitting and welcoming energy communicating desire, of love.

And you will perceive successive layers of “the story” in correspondence with your your own life story, moving forward at your own pace and over time. And you will get lost and you will find side roads. The different layers of your being, of your body, physique, etheric, emotional and spiritual will be apprehended and vibrate.

Then will come this moment of expressed freedom where you will send the old moons rolling, or you will come out of the gangue of followingism to carry out your revolution, perform your turnaround and identify new values ​​and conviviality specific to reinventing the world of communication.

It's not in a single experiment that terminal understanding will arise. It may take a lifetime. A day will come. We cannot force the hazard. You just have to prepare the conditions and it will be done.

Then will come the empty moment when I will put myself aside and give up the game to leave place at the point of wisdom in counterpoint of the point of quintessence previously evoked.

I will do a turnaround. So it will spring up.

In any humanist communication which must participate in the growth of being, donner de soi-même c’est créer un champ de connivences où recourir à l’absence de soi afin d’être intensément présent.

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