Fleeting moments of unadulterated silence

Fleeting moments

We have been given a late summer this year, yet my heart isn’t letting go of winter peels.
Joy struggles in the shadows, planning an escape that bounces off the walls of life. Of the mind.

Happiness is truly within.

Sun might enhance the rainbows of our soul, like contrast adding sharpness to a photo defining its contours but it isn’t the essential ingredient.

Yet, I inherently know delight lies in wait, lurks around the corner. A lifetime doesn’t vanish into oblivion.

I slow my pace in all good summer tradition, setting aside guilt (for imposing my will to those around me) living days moment by moment, listening to the pulses of nature, savouring every sound, celebrating the notion of nothingness surprised by the calmness that proceeds, appreciating the wonders of wildlife accompanying us wherever we are, on a daily basis gone unnoticed…

We are born to think motion is the only motor of survival, the only form of sanity but we forget to retire for a while from the hubbub to calm the nervous energy that comes with it.

We still have more than a month left. I know this might last no longer than the ink absorbed unto this page but I won’t forget so easily those fleeting moments of unadulterated silence & invite you to do the same 🙂

P.s
A very pleasant summer to you all!!

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The lonesome traveler & the lizard

His companion of the moment…
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He sat very still… as still as the lizard on its
Branch melting in the landscape, adopting the tones
Of the scorched earth surrounding him.
Lost in a desert of thoughts, his emotions adrift…
He wished he could stay in that same position forever.
Lose all notion of his past, future, live as motionless
And inert as his companion of the moment.

The elegance of the giants- With French original text as “L’élégance des géants”January 1992 adjusted January 2013

the simplicity of the NOW
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The elegance of the giants
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Lost in a nostalgic haze, melancholic…

He immerses in the self and isolates in a pool of
Thoughts, does not hear anymore the hubbub of words.
Flies far, very far in the imaginary of silence.
He lets the seconds, minutes, hours go by, burning

His fingers of a dazing summer, to seek refuge in a
World without sound or a music that would rock off
The brutal reality, the incessant needs of the loves,
The beings surrounding him…those preventing him

From drowning in his memories of felicity seemingly
So insignificant compared to the failures…victories
Passing unnoticed and defeat dressed in all splendor!
The first to be celebrated and the last quickly dismissed.

To go forth in life, victory after another fashioning
A chain of success and boundless serenity.
There, lies the secret of his wellbeing, his mirth.
The simplicity of the NOW.

It is the joy of the countercurrent
The noblesse of the fighter
The wisdom of the conqueror
And the elegance of the giants

L’élégance des géants
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Perdu dans une brume nostalgique, mélancolique…

Il s’immerge du soi et s’isole dans une mare de pensées,
N’entend plus le brouhaha des paroles.
S’envole loin, trés loin dans l’imaginaire du silence.
Il laisse les secondes, les minutes, les heures passer,

Brûlant ses doights d’un été étourdissant, pour trouver
Refuge dans un monde sans son ou d’une musique douce
Qui le berce de la réalité brutale, les besoins incessants
Des amours, des êtres l’entourant…ceux qui

L’empêchent de se noyer dans ses souvenirs de félicité
Parraissant si infime par rapport aux échecs…victoires
Passant inaperçu et défaites vêtu de toute sa splendeur!
Les premiers devant être fêter et les derniers vite

Congédier pour aller au devant de la vie, victoires aprés
Une autre façonnant une chaîne de réussite et sérénité
Sans borne. Là, repose le secret de son bien-être.
La simplicité du MAINTENANT.

C’est la joie du contre-courant
La noblesse du battant
La sagesse du conquérant
Et l’élégance des géants.

By a morning 18th April 1990 ( English poem with French original text )

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This poem I left intact since 1990 and was a result of holidays ending and
having to come back to the realities of chores and routine.

By a morning
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Morning without garden
Sadness with no end
Painful awakening
With a misty heart

Experience acquired
Of a unprecedented sojourn
Paradise Island
Of infinite paths

Free of the conscious
That flew in the fields
Madness in the winds
Lived in the moment

End of a morning
Sadness without garden
Foggy awakening
Of a painful heart

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Par un matin
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Matin sans jardin
Tristesse sans fin
Réveil douloureux
Au cœur brumeux

Expérience acquise
D’un séjour inouï
Ile du paradis
Aux sentiers infinis

Libre du conscient
Envolé dans les champs
Folie dans les vents
Vécu au moment

Fin d’un matin
Tristesse sans jardin
Réveil brumeux
Au cœur douloureux

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