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
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
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 … ?
Whenever I surrender to the Father, I withdraw from the ego room. The movement, the release of energy is the same. The love rising
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