AcceptThese things in life that make you unhappy, injured, angrythose things in life that have been and areand yetany situation must be acceptedas she comeswhoever she isit's like thatthis is how, nowthis is what happened .After the right time for the feelingdo not remain in procrastinationafter acceptance there is reflection and then action. Accepting is not fleeing the situationit's looking her in the facename herunderstand itdiscernen avoir connaissance parfaiteby confronting it with what really matters to you. Joythis calmthis state where sadness and misfortune cannot attack usthis gift to be made and to be made to the otherultimate self-presencethe perfect musical chord of the organdeep inside.125
Whatever you dobe therewaitingof what will come to split the armoror will not comedoesn't matter since it is a signthat no one can distinguish between the signs . Memorywhat people might think of usafter we leftbecomes insignificantas soon as the door-to-door trial and errorteach us to simply "to see" .We'll go wherever we wantwithout hate or pleasurejust with the joy of having beenet d'être jusqu'au point de non-retoura being among beingsa little to bea creator of beingsmarching towards nothingnesswhere everything stops and continuesas the universe expandsexchange of matter and energywhose mind cannot be separated .We peddlea tiny fraction of a secondthe message of loveof a life of yours or minedoesn't mattersince the in-betweenof what differentiates us and unites usis carrying the "we" supreme .124
Mount the complaintEn volutes lentesSourde tornadeJusqu'au regard amèneFigé par la sidération .The handle of the basket is to be braidedD'entre les objets sacrésLa passiflore épanouieRagrée le sens de la vieLe maudit est passé .Walking through the steep pathsLe limon colle aux piedsS'entrouvre une lueur diaphaneD'entre les voix des suppliantsLâches dans leur penchant à la servitude .In columnL'humanité investit les lacets de la montagneAscension régulièreAux rythmes des cymbalesEt des oriflammes claquant au ventVers le Très Haut .The chiselled faces full of wisdomSe mêlent aux lancinantes mélopéesConjugaison singulièreOffrant refugeÀ nos âmes éprouvées .123
Fresh pigmented strawberries between her purple lips she went gallantly escorted orange blossoms and birdsong charm the company with her graceful glances and gestures .
Of a sonorous chord full of broken glass and the mooing of the caribou he organized the concert hall go as I push you .
As shapely as a male bustard the cantor advanced to the edge of the pit to say loud and clear his appetite for the holy brood .
Was heard then in the tunnel leading to the arena the clink of the beast's hooves as if we had to quickly stop all quarreling and meet us around this kill .
The fresh strawberries became spoiled jam, the eructation of the cantor burst the wall of rice paper, the grave chord of the caribou caught a cold until finished under glass bell jar wrapped and ready for the parade .
... had put my head under water ! and as it was not enough I broke the bathtub with big kicks of shoed boots to hear me say that the beyond is like here it stings and it stinks .
................. When the presence is not at the rendezvous when Victory is at hand .
He
is valuable to learn to look and listen because there is no question of
to passively submit to what seems wonderful. But
what do you call listening ? what do you call watching ?
When being surrenders to its own availability, that he
is in a posture of relaxed contemplation, that it is emptied of the residues of the
past, then he enters the game of shapes, colours, volumes and
sounds. It becomes imbued with the present.
And under the cobblestones, the beach ; under our feet
condescension to normalcy, creation. The one that unifies unity
underlying feelings. The being is there, in this loneliness,
in this non-duality. It is the effective experience of this loneliness
interior and it traces its furrow.
For those who are creative, there is shaking about
everything, there is reference to oneself.
This responsibility to go with an open heart quitte à se laisser bousculer par les énergies du lieu .
Seek with ardor .
approach the spirit .
The external death of the sage is the internal birth of those who seek .
La neige et le froid contractent nos volontés around the essential .
We won't perceive the deer with the crystal heart without also being the hunter and if our numb fingers pull the trigger too fast let's not grumble about this clumsiness it could be that between death and life there is something else tellefloraison toute de respect et enjointe à ce qui est .
Mist frosts the fir trees accompanied by the requiem of passing days fearsome antiphon .
Boogeyman Joy freezing fingertips that had to be warmed up against the salamander of that sharp pain that assaulted you just before class resumed . Antenna spike to life the waves in savagery above the white waves frosted cream under a winter sun by a cold without appeal .
A padlock cold closed and hung on the bridge of memories the day after crossing the Pont des Arts lift the heart of dead loves transfiguration of emotions marching towards the Tuileries of the just order the packet of leaflets in the bag for hand to hand walk the talk and dress the bare marbles of the park with paper on the abscissa of this trajectory from moire to victory curved hope of tomorrows that sing .
Redacted from among the moss inoculated by its memory dendrites out of denial the mystery watches darts and reflects the occupation of the place guttural and festive swigs of these encounters at nightfall on the doorstep of these romances too soon said then forgotten early morning idle in the passage of the garbage cans sage set up after party forms and impulses in the sheath wait for better days that arise again outstretched hands the discreet smiles surprise invitations and hear oneself say how beautiful life is when the linen is hung to mistake innocent wink swapped between two sheets cascades of laughter in the middle of the sunny sails angel wings brushing the morning freshness just a thrill to hold back just the oblation to collect the heat in the cheeks without brake burst the bud with a silky smooth kiss for God's sake small apple gray api small apple d'api d'api rouge .
Quickly done well done the visit to my silent old friend afflicted with a thaw its stained glass windows calm color butterflies eyelids folded under their sly eyebrows of made-up whiteness .
The ship is docked no movement disturbs its tranquility the war memorial stands guard the fountain coos, a rare and joyful pearl to play hide and seek embedded in the droppings of the snow bow .
The red car parks windshield wipers stop moving the doors open and slam men in rubber boots and caps come out hands in the pockets of their baggy trousers they disappear .
Then reappear and enter the cafe an extended deca-cream and a natural not a bock sounds of furious animals exalt the percolating fulminant .
" Is the commercial vibe back in Orcival ? " " In Besse there was the Andros trophy and the Saint Cochon " " Superbness knows no crisis " .
The spoon taps the cup it's because of a hummingbird which opened and then closed sometimes come here for a walk .
Coexisting tar and snow in semi-spherical dicots the births came quickly under the auspicious lunation .
Tar and snow shimmering dirt the plain is hooded without filtering the gaze .
Tar and snow dependent neither on Eve nor on Adam the soles left their imprints on the senescent livery of the mists .
Tar and snow weaned from the sun stowed the mainsail to gird with a stole the fair weather walker busy shoveling in front of his door while the screaming burle tortured trees and poles .
Asphalt and snow swoon as the thaw letting go ice stalactites coming to explode at the foot of the walls codicil enjoining me to continue the quest .
