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.
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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.
Reminder of the inevitable.
Alone at nightNever aloneWhen the time passes like a stream of something more fluid than water.The sudden realization of the fact that there's no such thing as hours nor decades;that what has to happen will happen;that the certain is always here like a promise,hidden inside a box that neither of us dares to open.Inside of … Continue reading Reminder of the inevitable.
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