It is both sad and unexpected to realize, at the dusk of one’s life, that the god we have been told about, the one we
Étiquette : poetry
Glowing Threads Of Upbringing
Bringing up a child, means to plant the smells, tastes, savors in the soil of their consciousness.When it will later unfold the fabric of life,
Zen Like Water
Collective gesticulationsSlow and glittery movesImitating a myth,Worshiping habits, This is not ZenThis is not my practice. Simply sitting ?Very little sitting, and scarce simplicity.Paintings to
Stealing Back Time
Banging my head in your narrow minds is suffocating : I need to get out.And I’ve withered long enough in the dullness of your aspirations.Your complacency
A Wolf, At Night
You’re blowing the squalls of magnetic particles,they infiltrate my mind, steal me from the presentthey flatten my inner landscapes to the boardwhere the absence of
Tickles In The Forehead
It had been a long time since the ticklingBehind the center of the foreheadHad not sprung up in the course of Just Sitting. Small gravel
