In my eyes, as soon as compassion starts showing the first sign of ostentation, it is off-track…And stops being a path I want to follow.That

In my eyes, as soon as compassion starts showing the first sign of ostentation, it is off-track…And stops being a path I want to follow.That
Letting yourself get carried away by sleepSurrendering yourself over to the sleeping currentThere is nothing surprising in the difficulties encounteredBy the one we have so
The shutter that keeps quickly slamming against the window is suddenly smashed by the night wind.This does not bother me at all. The car humming
Have you ever met what awaitsAt the very end of an exhalationDid you let the breath in unfurl its arabesquesTo the end of the ends
The border does not mean anything to the cloud.It feels no contemptAnd no pity It simply moves over the border without noticing it.Concepts are borders
The fire, incubating underneath all the words :Here’s what deserves our mindful focus. Words are nothing but the desperate leftovers, remnants from psychological play-dough,Thrown on