From the heart of conflicts The one we perfectly know, out of cruel experience The one we’ve stridden across until our skin wore away, Could we jump off our ill-being To the pure heart of Being ? Could we then be amazed as we observe What arises from our bowels, what is growing in our wombs What has been stirring our thoughts, wringing us out ? Could we see the wild slaps of winds flattening us against the ground ? Could we kindle a joy that never wears off, Could we dwell beyond the storm of shouts ? Here, violent gales are blowing but a breeze, Salted with the tears of those still unable to cry Franck Joseph Franck Joseph ©FJ April 2019 – All Rights Reserved Articles are available as books and e-books : RECUEILS This content is made possible through your Participations Many thanks to all.