In the sandbox of the swallows
there are sons of the Virgin everywhere
on the perimeter and in the openings
there are rays of light and knots of shadow
for the children of the round
their hands digging in the dust of angels
with tangy scents .
In the sandbox of the swallows
there are images of Epinal
over the blond heads
so that the fast-flying bird
grab it
for a few signatures further on scratch the azure
and deposit at the pediment of the houses
the dancing farandole .
In the sandbox of the swallows
there is gold under the sand
and the roots of the tree in joy
sink in abundance
myriad colored dots
on the faces of the children of the city
kept awake
by the piercing cry of the migrant .
In the sandbox of the swallows
there are plastic armchairs
hurt by time
than the puddle of rain
deposited on the white table
make each other look
graceful passage
from the swallow to the bath
droplets and feathers mixed
near the playful child .
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The man “coames”
The man is an inseparable whole. Through the integration of the body, taking into account the psyche associated with a dynamic of opening consciousness in a perspective spiritual, Man is One. This tripartite vision of the human being constituted by : the body-CO-, blade-AM-, the mind-IS- is essential to be part of our path of growing up being, for the man “coames” .
Le corps n’est pas le tombeau de l’âme comme le pensait Platon, but the musical instrument inspired by the Spirit. In our approach, être spirituel ce n’est pas échapper au corps mais s’ouvrir dans son corps à l’action de l’Esprit. Le corps traduit, d’une manière palpable et physique ce qui est autre, what is metaphysical, ce qui est impalpable et invisible . Le corps nous met en contact avec la réalité et nous permet un premier déchiffrage de l’univers qui nous entoure. By him, we can see, hear, to touch, to feel, to taste. Par nos sens nous accueillons des informations tangibles, informations qui peuvent nous faire accéder à des plans subtils .
Jews have a unitive approach to being human. Ils le considèrent comme un tout : la chair (bassar) pénétrée par le souffle (néfesh) où la chair est moins la chair-viande que l’Homme tout entier dans sa dimension cosmique et la “néfesh” la vitalité de la chair, what sets it in motion. Over there, la chair ne se saisit jamais séparée du souffle. La chair sans le souffle n’est plus chair mais cadavre .
The Bible also introduces the notion of“Ruah” who qualifies the Spirit of God, the life-giving breath. This “Ruah” urges the unfinished creature that we are to be part of a dynamic of accomplishment, to grow up to be. The “Ruah” allows to establish the coherence of the two constituent parts of man, “bassar” and“néfesh” . She energizes them .
Les Grecs ont perçu que la distinction entre l’esprit et l’âme s’avère essentielle. Platon pensait qu’en son intériorité l’âme prend conscience d’un quelque chose d’autre, elle est au-delà des considératins bassement matérielles, of his aspiration to transcendence . Cette dimension de l’âme, he called her “noûs”. The “noûs” est apparenté à un organe de vision. It is the possibility, au sein de la psyché de poser un regard sur les éléments de la psyché .
Also called upper part of the core or fine point of blade, the“noûs” identifies himself with a deep heart as a capacity for silence, of conscience and determination. The capacity for inner silence or “hésychia” is experienced in the meditation and prayer, it characterizes a stable state of being. The capacity of conscience, of expression and speech allows humans to become aware of his inner movements and to be able to name them such as the moods, the emotions, feelings, passions. The ability to make decisions and determination is this freedom that man possesses to register and remain in an inner dynamism without being distracted by solicitations from the world or to let oneself be diverted by parasitic thoughts .
It was then that the Spirit, the “Pneuma”, Greek term meaning the Breath coming from God comes to energize the being. Il éclaire toute chose. Nous sommes alors des êtres en devenir d’être réellement des êtres vivants . It's up to us not to miss the target, not to close us, to reconfigure ourselves according to our own personal identity, d’accéder à notre propre désir, à notre propre manière d’être car la parole de chacun d’entre nous est essentielle pour l’ensemble .
It is through this approach ofthe man “coames” that we can progress towards inner reconciliation, foundation of all relational life appeased .
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concert owl and night owl
Nyctalope and Noctambule in concert walked hand in hand under a grain of passage .
Torn up and out of use, they blended together with the brine that an unwelcome typhoon had spilled the day before on the avenue occult schemes .
Able to take sides when the day would come, one by too many sticks, the other by summons to grace Divine, they forced those around them to leave their reserve to, at force of blows of mist tubes, open the lips of a chafouin sun .
A gull wept as it skimmed the mainmast of the schooner . The slowly assuming clouds moved in the uncreated of the situation .
Not bothering with humanistic thoughts Nyctalope and Noctambule urged unreason to be only executors discrete of the great work, busy with laser shots transforming small gesturing figurines of childhood in sheaves of colorful shards .
Sarabandes, noise of doors slamming, soft blisters pierced by the distaff, ranting belching out of throats to the agony ; everything was ready to hug more before the cold of the night .
This is how Nyctalope and Noctambule said on the seafront to cloud your brain, while spotting in the flight of seagulls, wise messengers left to suit by a few wreckers, the wriggling prayer of endless days .
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Science, vision and union
Science de l'écorché des choses et des formes
apart from what is said and understood
in simple distinction
life in pieces
of songs and cries in dissonance
one piece skins
on the demonstration table
the occupation of all crevices
under the birch bark with cuneiform signs
without the ounce of a space of freedom
everything is under cover under combined fire
explinations
open books flaky in the wind of exploded altarpieces
by this thirst for knowledge .
Vision de la ronde éternelle
circle against circle
on the sand out of time
that the sea will erase with its foam
the horses will be let loose on the shore
the snap of waves and thongs
on their raw sides
multiple flames hatched
élevées en salve de lumières
calling the sun
spherical perception of what is
of what has been and will be
one step just one step
and then the whirlwind
cleverly orchestrated by these hostage takers
able to distort the sound of olifants
while so few are the worshipers
d'un soleil terminal .
Union des paradoxes
outside cities surrounded by powerful walls
the man and the woman in their meeting
undertake with serenity
with their clasped hands
the departure of what threatens and grows
the call of the ultimate glow
the skin at the disposal of the white dawn
to diffractions from the prism of understanding
there is no power except that of the dissolution of arpeggios
to the holy of holies in spirit
outside the confinement of all speech
towards silent speech .
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Sylvain dare d’art
I had left Nadia with neighbors who lived upstairs housing estate and I arrived at the clinic just to see you born. Placed on your mom's chest, you were breathing hard, the belly swollen by a large malignant tumor attached to the spine.
Your life was beginning.
You were three or four years old. It happened in the alley separating our residential building from the garages on rue Nicolas Nicole. You walked on a pendulum with your little wooden trestles at the end of arms. Your body was stiffened by a plaster that covered you from feet to thorax. You were smiling, you the great Bédé as I called you, and you urged me to take a step back to show me how well you were walking. And I took you in the arms and lifted you up.
You came to see us in Marcillat. We had picked you up at Clermont-Ferrand airport from Marseille. You gave me this enamelled clay sculpture, a heavy ball with a black excavation – encouragement to dig deeper into the depths of things not say, and rough edges to defend against possible predators. I took this object as a symbol of your suffering that you managed no matter what and wondered to share. Since then this ball has been accompanying me as a link between you and me. You were twenty years old.
Forest of Tronçais in Allier. I dropped you off in an armchair in a wide alley magnified by tall trees. We had made several hundred meters then I left in front leaving you alone as you suggested to me. Retracing my steps … you were no longer the ! I called you for long minutes. You weren't answering. Worried, I looked for you to finally see you motionless in a small path not far of the. There was a long silence. Smells of humus danced all around from U.S. The wind interacted with a layer of successive waves. We are held by the hand in the drapery of the things felt. I knew from then on that we were on the same side, brothers, A father and his son, listening and welcome to what is.
Of these last years come back to me the long ones telephone conversations we had, you my son Sylvain and me dad Gaël as you called me. It was about what you were going through at the moment and some flashes of the past that you evoked with relish. That good memories. I still hear your heavy drawling voice from those long nights. There were never ready-made sentences. You were looking expression so that speaking precisely and clearly says the essential. And if sometimes certain words went beyond your thought to find themselves in balance unstable between beauty and nonsense compared to what came before, it was for a good cause, that of innovation compared to where you were, you the esthete of what is happening. And you were like that, often forward, you who physically did not work. I remember certain themes that kept coming back in our conversations such as those of creation, the artist's posture but also friendship and love – love of bodies, love of beings. You loved people. You rarely complained and it was always me who cut short the conversation that could have lasted for hours and hours.
And if you left on that night of 18 at 19 October, it is to escape your physical condition as a suffering man whose health was getting worse, but it is also to continue your work in beyond here, you the seeker of the absolute and of truth commissioned by a force much stronger than you, an imperious call that you sensed. You were amused, curious, interested in the subjects that I could bring up, subjects relating to aesthetics, to psychology and spirituality. You had a humor sometimes circumstantial, sometimes devastating, you the charming dandy who cultivated the right word wisely and never to hurt. You lover of life in despair of this body that made you suffer so much, your piercing gaze with almond eyes and your slightly ironic smile nailed me to the barn door to glimpse your soul at work towards the redemption of those who are strangely normal in their conformity did not live.
Soul to soul you are by my side. When you were delivered from your skin tunic it was a few hours after the phone call that we had spent you so that you were associated with the funeral of your grandfather.
One last word : “pardon”. Know that I beg your pardon for not having been there more often.
Goodbye Grand Bédé, my son, Sylvain .
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My daddy is dead
My daddy is dead
and can't hold back my sorrow.
The rosary of memories together
sparks in insomnia .
The little boy in the attic
puts away its capsules and its Tour de France riders.
The " gargoyle " childhood laundry
is nothing more than a rusty basin
" Frugères - my loves " crumples in the mists
with an autumn look .
A new day will dawn
the spider web adorned with dew beads.
Footsteps creaking the floor
are the last passage of your presence .
Nous ne retournerons plus les crêpes
accompanied by the joyful cries of the youngest .
The flight of wild geese
will no longer be expected like the first time.
The " four horses " Renault
will no longer be wearing our bikes .
The trumpet will be killed
behind the bedroom door .
A page is turned
now there is life .
Heat the vegetable and the mineral in the oven
for the candles of the essential to rise .
Crossing the ford is worth it
for vulnerability to happen .
Take hold of the stump of memory
and that without haste the drawer closes .
Let us become light and luminous mind
so that hands clasped .
Wise and open to what comes
let's be beauty smugglers .
Downright offered to what is let's be the throat
and the language of new foods .
Sing in the cool spring wind
the andante of a free breath .
Welcome with ready hearts
the energies of a mystery hatched world .
Passenger of time and bird of truth
I am addressing you .
Those who follow, my children ,
let's unwind our ball of life and walk .
Without fear, the heart surrounded by the joy of the righteous
let us be the straw and the grain of the harvests to come .
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when the thought arises
The room was warm. A rust-colored carpet lay on the floor. We had removed our shoes. My brother and I designed this timber construction and space. There were multiple compartments.
Characters quickly found their places. Some have regrouped into phratries and others in couples. I found myself alone I don't know why. A light wind crossed the room. It was then that I was flying over towns and campaigns. Sitting on a height I contemplated our work. It was all there. And it took this distance to realize that my life was inscribed as in advance, there in front of me. I was thinking then what he might happen to me. So in order for me to come in and design it all I had to let me know the cause. And I was looking for, and I was looking, … until hear myself say these words that seemed to me to be breathed by a spirit mysterious. … He was causing me. … It was so simply expressed and so obvious that I took the time to write down these few sentences.
Take care of our parents
have compassion
support each other
to enjoy life
to be happy, pleasant, happy
to be spontaneous and natural in love
to be detached, the most possible, bonds and goods
to be generous
behave ethically
produce the right action
take care of each other
manage your emotions
constantly perceive the states of our mind
and when the thought arises
send this message to our children .
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philosopher en éduquant
Adult education .
Live in the present .
Tame the dead .
Watch from high .
To be creator of cultures .
Live in awareness the process of knowing : perception – sensation – thought (image, idea) – attachment – reproduction ; resulting in pleasure or frustration therefore to suffering, hence the need for work on pain .
Exercise the “penetrating vision”, instant perception of what is .
To be located in the joy of being in the world, in the ” dialogical ” between knowledge pluralities and experiential self-knowledge, endless dialogic, without foreseeing the goal and the hazards .
Countering the withdrawal on oneself .
Be in a fair relation to the cosmos .
Be a citizen of world .
Be wise, adjust his way of thinking, to be of service to others, be a part of world .
Watch the world like seeing it for the first time .
Be in a attitude of not knowing .
Know that the philosophy is effaced in front of the activity of philosophizing .
Take a look lucid about the nature of thought .
Give birth in others the ” think for yourself ” .
Be in the dialogue and creative adjustment to the other .
Be the custodian of all the thinking that has taken place in the past .
To be aware, coherent and rational .
Be humble in front of what is said or written .
In front of language ask yourself what he means, what to say and what to say say .
Be tolerant and defend the freedom to think .
Penetrate the oceanic feeling by behaving like René Char for whom : ” To each collapse of evidence the poet responds with a salvo of the future ” .
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What is it really ?
I don't know who gave birth to me nor what this world is nor who I am . I see these light years around me and find me quiet at a point of this immensity without knowing why I am here rather than elsewhere . I don't know why this little time that is given to me to live is here at my feet enshrined from all eternity in what preceded me and in what will follow me . I only see infinities from all sides like dust fluttering in the ray of sun as form erased by the following form . What I know is that I must die but what I don't know is this very death that I cannot avoid and who summons me to life like the prodigal son in the arms of the father in this world of mystery where the fracture of the promises summons us to be what we have always been in the bridal chamber of beginnings the shadow of your shadow my destiny . 167
the weaving of the psychological and the spiritual
The human being is ternary. He is body, psyche and spirit.
The body, this is what we see of us, he is weak and perishable.
The psychic is the middle floor. He is the movement, the emotional and the mental. It is fluctuating. We can't build on him. The psychological clears things away. It removes obstacles and can make available to elements of self-knowledge but not to our awakening, to this state of well-being and unification with what is, in the end fulfillment in the unfathomable mystery of what drives us deep down of our being, this momentum, this “viridity” working, such as the designs Hildegarde de Bingen.
The spirit or fine point of the soul, or the heart, is what is near and communicates with the higher worlds. The mind is recognizes that he is indestructible. It is huge, bright and happy.
The human being is like an oil lamp including the lamp body, the oil and the wick would be its three floors. The body would be the terracotta object of the lamp, the fragile container and necessary otherwise the process of self-growth would not start. The psychic or psychological would be the oil, metaphor of movement, of emotions, of the riches and the beauty of being, of what nourishes. The wick would be the spirit, the very place that can ignite with divine fire.
All these components form the human being in search for harmony with, however, a hierarchy between them, the wick spiritual being the pinnacle of our quest.
The mind is this place extended to infinity, this light, this joy that dominates the inclemencies of existence and all the pains of being to guide it towards its realization.
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( Text freely inspired by Jacqueline Kelen )