When Everything Shuts Down

All these posts can as well stop right here
I will write, as far as eyes can see, sutras, mantras, passages from holy texts, prayers,
That would be much better.
What else is there to say that hasn’t already been said?
And if I write, it is for my own eyes, to read under my quill and behind my pen, words that appear before me.

If I had not contemplated their reflection in me, I would not be able to see their greater reality every day..
More than this : these texts and prayers, written along the horizon line, could as well disappear.

I will then sing songs for the birds, for the trees, for my heart, then, when they, too, die out,
Will I then remain in silence, bathed in the Spirit?

©FJ Oct 2023
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