In The Middle of Infinite Waves

Undeniably, some pockets have given way.
The pleura of contents have completed their protective role,
The impossibility of communication between outside and inside was no more.
The forces contained in these layers have joined the stream
and the flow of man that you see is not necessarily a reflection of reality.

His deepest pockets may not have given in yet, its protective layers are still at work.
Behind them, the secondary sources of potentials contain maturation.

One day, the context, a sentence, a look or the strange convergence will scratch the external fabric and the flows of tears will come to feed the river of Man.

The reality of man flowing before you is this geology, these phreatic pockets,
These secondary sources, these immature and underground geysers, who could have believed that one day, this fickle trickle of water would become the river where everyone would come to refresh and quench their thirst ?

The one who sees the geological reality of Man
The one who sees the Source in everything
Free breath circulates from the centers to the oceans,
Rains, clouds, heat, storms, torrents, waterfalls,

He who knows, pierces, protects, pours out and contains,
The one that flows in you, drips from your pen and pearls on your lips,
The one who fluidifies fingers along the instruments.
The one who wets your eyes before the tree pierced through by the sun,
The one who gets you to sit in silence and places you in the middle of infinite waves.

Franck – August 2023
Recueils / Participations/ Pratique