Pour quoi ? Parce que je préfère les orages, parce que, peut être, je jouis des jours sombres. Parce que si tu me dis "réveille-toi, c'est le matin", mais il fait encore noir dehors, je me sens déesse du temps, en sortant du songe avant le soleil pour prendre le monde.
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The ideal diet is a life-based diet.
I started eating flowers and snow and clouds and mountains. I was generously fed with smile and laughter of truly authentic people. And I was saved.All along, it was life what I was craving.
And yet, so beautiful
A moment, please. Let me see. Let me dream. Let me breathe...A moment occurs andthe whole existence occurs along with it;it transforms, it becomes visibleand the soul, the soul expandsand all matter seems so little. And yet, so beautiful.
Old memory of a sad self.
I see you jump into the water,just like that, without previous considerations.In and out, smiling to whatever is in front of you and I almost can't believe it.What are you feeling ? Is that true joy ?I must be a horrible person for thinking you might be pretending.
Fear of death or fear of living ?
People say that every fear comes from the fear of death. But we ought to remember that, oftentimes, the death we fear is actually the death of our ego. And the death of our ego has one big consequence which is living.
Ver “Intoxicate Yourself | A #poem by Charles Baudelaire” en YouTube
https://youtu.be/LVaotdGNe4Y By all means, intoxicate yourself!
Tower moments.
What are you most worried about for the future? I yearn for what seems innate in others' souls,To tread a path with courage, profound and bold,That resolute spirit, birthed from desperate air,When all options vanish, with no returning stair.Though a flicker of a retreat I do perceive,A transparent road, beckoning, I believe,Guiding me to the … Continue reading Tower moments.
It’s coming back
Is that coming towards us?Or moving away from us?I can't quite seeIf it's a dream or a memoryIf it's a new entityOr the same old ghostI've lured for too long But I think notFor it smells freshAnd it comes with companySure, it's a familiar sceneOnly a different appearance Of the unfulfilled reverie In response to: … Continue reading It’s coming back
Heart’s eye
There is a secret in every object of one's attention,at any given time, always.You know you've tasted it vibrating in youwhen there was no option but to take it in completely;because you were so undoubtedly grounded in the present moment.You inevitably, almost inadvertently, sucked all its juice,and instinctively knew it had a name that couldn't … Continue reading Heart’s eye
Le retour
Un embrace... et plusieurs perspectives du même; simultanées, comme ils doivent être.On regarde cette apparition anormale d'aujourd'hui dans une presque pénombre, dans la lumière foncée de l'après midi. À la maison. En famille.
A speech on the profanity of speech when in the presence of…
Standing before the mountains, I am tempted to make a speech on the sublimity of this landscape; in an attempt to suck its juice, to conquer such moment with words and reason.But no, I won't say a word.I will only count the peaks and figure out the colours; take a good deep breath and fill … Continue reading A speech on the profanity of speech when in the presence of…
It ends with flowers.
The two of us signed a contract,we folded it into a paper plane,threw it in the air of the day.You wouldn't believe where it landed.A field of flowers.
Balancing forces.
Non-attachement to any emotion, whether good or bad.It is all temporary and fleeting,observe it all,let it be.Zero importance to nothing,neutrality is key;the neutral act of choosing.
Words, heart.
Such beautiful words! What a perfect arrangement of concepts. Fed me for a week, yes. I felt nourished by such beautiful words; tangible, edible things of beauty. I ate the heart of a man.
I shall never kiss you.
It distracted me to hear your friendly voice being extra friendly. Why bother ? We're good friends already and I feel myself falling in love with your company. It feels good. I am me. But I am never your first choice dammit and you certainly aren't mine. Still, we look for each other, and we … Continue reading I shall never kiss you.
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