What do you tell me Big Cat
 
I salute you handsome man from the first floor
That there is friendship between us
That the chirping of the sparrows makes me raise my ears
That the snow has melted
That the layout of the garden has changed
That the garbage truck passed well this morning
That you look at me with more depth
That I dread coming to see you because the street to cross is so dangerous
That the window of the trapillou is still closed
That I like to scratch my claws on the almond tree
That the neighbor's shutters are still closed
You should think about buying kibble
That the terrace slabs are cold
That the first snowdrops will come
That I haven't come across the squirrels yet
That the shed is not open
Why the oleanders are still swaddled
That I have just seen the first buds of the hazel trees
That there are always helicopters in the sky
That I like to stretch out in the sun
That the fresh earth under the cherry tree is perfect for my needs
That I came across a badger last night
Let the hedgehog family jump from one garden to another
That a flock of barnacle geese crossed the sky
That the daisies are slow to come out
That the ceramic cat is there under the wisteria
Let the rusty rooster stand guard over the compost.      
 
 
Then, reversal carried out, Big Cat asked.
 
To purify my gaze
To promote my reunion with the soul of the child
To alleviate my chronic shyness
To let my laughter explode
To collect the morning dew with your lips
To gather the wandering atoms of my being
To try my hand at choral singing
To outline some Qi Qong postures
To become a tree in front of the tree
To trust intuition
To confront myself with the two tyrants of space and time
To plant flowers
To shine when the intimate is in its destitution
To love what is not me
To be on the towpath of the great river of the Spirit
To branch off when harmony presents itself
To have your heart crossed by sweet joy
To keep the ivy on the back wall
To be silent when the afternoon advances
To be moved by the scent of the lime tree
To nod when I meet the traveler
To look up at the ringing of church bells
To touch with one's skin the destiny that slips away
To feverishly follow the Light until the footsteps of the shadow
To find the right place to take a nap
To sigh in front of the bowl of bird water
To let myself be approached by the sculptor of life
To offer my divine delirium
To this fire thief.      
 
1394

Grâcilopette
Pleasure to be
In support of existence.      
 
Brinqueballant of the bodywork
He had raised the taste for weapons
On purpose at the height of instinct.      
 
Act only when scrutinized with curiosity
By profane morality
Increased the disappointment of the sacred.      
 
Believe, believe, increase
This infinite space that surrounds us
Door to the abyss of blindness.      
 
Generous mist
Against the backdrop of serenity
Model harmony in the image of clouds.      
 
Awakening to our innocence
In complete vulnerability
Leads to grace.      
 
Salute the momentum outside of packaging
Makes us sons and daughters of air
Opening towards fulfillment.      
 
Dig and mix the marbles of the mind
Singular offering
With nothing to hide, without bragging.      
 
The cherubs are dancing
Like low water manatees
In search of a mirror effect.      
 
A gift from the other and pschitt !   
Leaving on the sly
Having desire looks happy.      
 
End of cycle age
In the center of the circle
The blues of the soul remain.      
 
Like out of the candy jar
Crease when unfolding
Little papers from the past.      
 
1393

By laser
Clean cut
Shadows of the earth
Commit
Terminal branches
Towards the beyond
Of the oblong kiss
As long as faithful
To rock the boat of years
Towards a sky that brings together
The damned
With powerful jaws
Sliding heavily
From their mountains of snow
Some suffering
To get up
The eyes of the meadow
To places
Where the aroma of grape vines and pines
Buried there
At the bend in the road
Lost in the turmoil
To inhale the reddened metal
Spread like a placemat
On the offering table
Where passes quivering
The wind through the window
Exfoliating along the way
The gentle rain
Bright freshness attached
Inoculated
In the on-call lock
Outside the customary stage
The bittersweet twilight
With a variegated decor
For the glow worm man.      
 
1392

Then the Word became penetrating
With Damascus roses
Was the review
Cries of love.      
 
Simple milestone placed on the Path
That already the native innocence
Teared the clothing
On the fringes of the journey.      
 
Came
In resemblance
Earth signs
To break away from Everything.      
 
We beggars
Let's caress the clouds
In falling rain
To be rain yourself.      
 
Let's dig out the ruts
To let the cart pass
From the wandering of having to bee   
From the joy and brilliance of Life.      

Opening of the soul
In his manuscript
With small adjustments
On the engaged lips.      
 
The leaf is tender
In front of the projection
To return the columns of the temple
Exciting until now.      
 
Powerful wave
In the heart of the Sun
When the other source is supplied
Echoing more than oneself.      
 
And the luminous Child extends
Next to the Old Man
Magnificent mischievous puppet
In perfect condition for representation.      
 
Sweet tear
Contemplated in the evening at the vigil
When the tumultuous life calms down
Compliant packaging.   
 
To not walk
On the wounds of the coming year
Let's invite the rainbow
Beauty after the storm.      
 
To remember from the mirage
The sleeping pulp
It is divine passage
For the kiss the next day.      
 
1391

Snowy Fees   
Snowdrop fashion   
What does the charming coulter meet?   
From the blue of distant lands.      
 
burning hot   
On the seats worn pale   
The long hat   
Counted his interludes.      
 
Not far away unwanted   
The weir with dry levels   
Remained stuck in Pierre Blanche   
In the name of reason.      
 
Were they in cahoots   
Anti-personnel mines in Laos   
Pierced to the bone   
The frail child from the water's edge.      
 
Mixing sweat and red earth   
The yellow river flowed   
Rapids at the edge of foam   
On the pink skin of Oz's friend.      
 
Of the voice   
With a flick of the hand   
The paddler brought back clarity   
Along the peaceful bank.      
 
Matching the look   
The silent jungle   
The dead could wait   
Their burial.      
 
And taunt the full moon   
Officiants of ancient cults   
Running barefoot along the path   
Barely caressed by dust.       
 
Picking up some rare food   
The poultry mingled with the entrails   
Pork killed the day before   
In Memory of the Great Spirit.      
 
The war rolled away its memories   
A rough sky   
Imprint of the helicopter's shears   
Carried high the eternal scourge.      
 
Hand placed on forehead   
You had to watch it   
The blond man with the miserable smile   
Grabbing life from his Irish harp.      
 
There was a rumor at the castle   
Near the hillsides with red vines   
At the Mélusine window   
Let his music flow.      
 
( Painting by GJCG )
 
1390

Girl of the sacred meadows    
With curved cheesecloth   
Let it dance and burn   
The adornment of the sun   
In her bitter sweet eyes   
Shines Light   
And hides   
Oh surprise   
The song of the angels    
Shading their curves   
Ocean palm   
In memory of the dead   
What brings us together   
We good little men   
In Spirit   
Travel companions   
Next disciplined legion   
The Queen's buzzing flight   
May the day accompany   
With a pleasant appearance   
For rough beards   
And slag from dry roads   
Contemplate   
Of an imagined kiss of love   
The evanescence   
From the bent neck   
Crowned girl   
Loss of parents   
Blooming like a flower
In the hazelmaker's cubit   
Beautiful infanta   
Evaluated by the rustling of the oak   
Brewing what the wind steals   
On the sandy plateaus   
To lead   
Head swaying in a tender way   
The sheep and goats of Confession   
Towards the sources of Truth.      
 
1389

Silouane   
From afar it seemed   
The last tree in the line   
So that we pity him a little.      
 
Thinking of the black earth   
That he was leaving with little steps   
His staff touched the stone   
Last passers-by left.      
 
Never admit   
That evil was rampant   
To go and find    
Laughter and joy.      
 
Running big train   
In the thickets   
The wild boar crushed his meditation   
With a puff of hot breath.      
 
Don't stay   
On the path of the Beast   
Hair and dirt being sacred glyphs   
For the companion of loam.      
 
Hills and valleys followed one another   
Sometimes with a torrent to cross   
Under the rays of light   
Foliage from the bank.      
 
Go back up the slope   
Avoiding roots and branches   
Increased from the close point of view   
Already there in the effort made.      
 
Preferring the hour that comes   
In the future at all costs   
He dwelt before the gates of bronze   
This stranger with a thirsty soul.      
 
At the borders of accepted disorder   
Him, the untamed of the lowlands   
Couldn't catch my breath   
Than in circumstantial blindness.      
 
And meet the builder   
And guide tight sails   
The boat towards sweet knowledge   
From the language of pure beings.      
 
Full and delicate   
The moon gradually rising   
Guarded in front of her   
Some clouds of mistrust.      
 
For now   
Charming Élise   
Hobble low behind the last son   
Silouane, of celestial reach.      
 
1388