i've known silences without quietness
wars without guns, agonies without categories,

 i ve
hugged momentarily with peace.

Time and time again
I trudged away from personal disasters, some self created, some encountered.

i've collected my battered parts, recovered life in my own terms.

i've held you like a fragment, like a star, a filament....like my ' could have beens '.

i've held you like a memory of enlacing fingers
when love
was simple as the sunshine on the walls.

I have abandoned my ideas of permanent and éternel.
Learnt to sit quiet.
i've been synonymes - darkness and i.
till the moon rose like a songbird in the midst of my words.

Words
they drizzle, they poke, they pirece
they flurry the layers of stillness.

Naming my uncomfort
i cry out
'Look, this is not a wound!'
' This is me !'

Between bleached incoherent phrases
i meet you again
here on an empathic page where i could possibly touch you
Hoping
probably,you could hear me!

i mailed you my letter to an address you can't find
unless your mailbox is
In your heart.

The ink on this page is lifeless

What is alive 
is in my darkness, and its hunger.

i write with my darkness 
hungering for light

Words come into existence 
from a longing to follow the sun.....

a Sun
that rises in the solitary skies of my silence....
a silence i've always been  following obediently.

A silence for angels to come
and dance to its music.

A silence overlooking the bounds of the mind, 
yet, there,
in the very core of daily life
where
thoughts break
into wings of feelings
flying
to find for itself an unnamed world.

Writing is the narration
experiencing the journey.

The events taking place 
takes place intimately within intimacy
of a God smiling in his garden.

Your heart is then lit with candles
and  becomes mute with Happiness.

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
revisiting 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.

Can you breakdown your understanding into bits and pièces.
Though you
might find comfort in doing so.
It might even make it easier for you to situate yourself in the space you have chosen.
Therefore
You chose to call it the heart. ..
because You Feel comfortable to gather it through its emotional path
You are convinced that the essentiels are, when your emotions have been moulded by it.

You might even want to divide it
You might want to overlook its intellectuel side which you might considèr as something that renders it dry.
But can understanding be understanding without all the unity of your heart, mind , soul , body .

What is it that
silences your conflicts.

Know this. It is all set down To flow with the oneness of This universe

your own oneness, unseperated from it.
To use the understanding you are given ....to summon resolutions
To anything from a banal daily life's problem... to the ultime mysteries preoccupying you .

Then
when your own nature is in the natural  flow of Life
Understanding Will be a part of it.
A part of your healing .

Everytime you understand something
A part of the universe reveals itself to you. A part of the healing reveals yourself to you.
You will know it sponteneously

You will find your whole body breathing with it.
This is Thé 'wholeness' in which you have been created .
And everytime you connect .
your music tunes to it...

Through it
you are tuned To the ragas of the earth and sky.
Thé language you will use will only add  to the soothingess and humming ....
as if it is the same voice coming out from the depth of the forest...
like a Call of bird
or a growl of a lion.

And
As one sheds out
the cry transforms into the song.

And the phéromones rises to célébrate the body ,the mind , and everything you might to place in that one single dance.

Mithuna - the erotica the poetry  ..all swaying...illuminating all that the society wants to concern.
Denying the explosions and implosions of création.

What is felt
hits you everywhere with the fists of the kundalini
breaking down every bolt that has shut the portails of the fortress
wherein  the system has imprisonned You...
your chakras turn
and aerate your inside as if your being has been transformed for the God's
 to come in and dance. Or whatever it is that which has made us humaine