Le bruit dans les feuilles est la couleur du vent,Les sons de mes pensées qui s’entrechoquentde quoi est-il la couleur ? ©FJ June 2024Recueils / Participation/
Étiquette : son
Carrying One’s Child
Rushing to pick up your fifteen-year-old son at the bus stop as a rainstorm suddenly broke, Set in motion by the same momentum that rushed
Persistence Auditive
La persistence rétinienne, chez moi, est persistence auditive,Les voix, les musiques entendues,Je peux les convoquer à souhait et les entendre vraiment, de manière convaincante.Au point
« He must increase, but I must decrease »
These words of John the Baptist are generally heard in one direction only… From the Son towards the Father, as long as we allow ourselves
Absolute
The energy spent not to move towards the AbsoluteKills us. The waste I cannot see though.On the ground, crawling and clinging, I strive, in the
A Father’s Space
When the child angersWhen the child storms about and hits,The role of the father is not to counter-stormAnd to end up both smothering. It is
While You’re Living
You say : They’re ruining my life. They prevent me from living. How could they ‘ruin your life” when they are made with the very
My Lifelong Friend
Your insecurities : they’re what keeps me away from youwhat chops my attentiveness and jerks my sentencesSo blatantly bleeding, they splash around and drown me.
So you want to live your life … ?
So you want to live your life … ?
The Daughter, the Son we are…
Whenever I surrender to the Father, I withdraw from the ego room. The movement, the release of energy is the same. The love rising
Radio Océan
Passer de la musique La musique passe… Par où? Ce flot de sons Mélangés, tissage sans metier, Ce sont les cordes de mes entrailles Qu’il
Holoniques
Holographie des notes… chacune les contient toutes (harmoniques) Dans la note juste est contenue la fausse note Dans la fausse note se trouve la note
Notes & Silence 