Ce soir un morceau de ciel est tombé dans l'océan en velours blanc et soie bleue. c'était tellement beau à voir les eaux reçoivent chaque petite goutte de lumière je dis c'est ce qui me fait vivre c'est là que j' envie de m'arrêter de respirer

De combien de façons faites-vous danser le soleil!

Furrow your language.

Transform the gardens on your tongue

Let each Word become alive
where the light falls

And let the furtif dark ink
run through your mémoires
Joining phrases with the colours of your mind.
and collect the river.

You write with your sunlight
about how the world feels inside you.

These
Places i wish i could reach
But cannot.

Maps lost --
where
within me.

At times i feel i m almost there
Missing a gate. A door. Or something inbetween.

What i thought to be so close
Now so far
Even the stars seem near.

Place or  Places
i sought
Through relationships.  Through culture
Through travel . Through occupations
Through what i was taught
Through what i unlearned
Through the eyes of men and women i met
Through the aches of being
Through joys of unbeing
Through efforts.  Through doing
Through not doing
Yet
A returning solitude. A longing
This Call. Whose call
No i know not who calls me
Or where i m called to

Whose voices penetrates my sleep
my wakefulness
They tell me it must be God's
As if they all knew him
As if they all had  their daily  cup of coffee with him. Or Her.

At times, i feel
I m far from home.

I look into the sky
Further ...than furthur

Following This whisper
This whisper
Oh This whisper.