The betrothal of man & nature 16.7.2013

an eternal blend
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The betrothal of man & nature
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I do not pretend to tame or conquer
Heights or skies
All I want is your revered beauty
Accompanying
My Odyssey so I can watch your
Marvels with
The Deference merited.

Sit in your silence or accept your
Fury crashing
Against the rocks, fire spitting off
The lips of
Earth, flashes gleaming through
The darkened
Wrathful clouds.

I would like to see the highest waterfalls
Offer itself
To its nucleus… sands sweep the
Evanescent dunes,
The waters shimmering…under the sun,
Froth Vanishing
On white, pink or black sands.

I have heard the echoes of ages,
Smelled foliage
After storm, stones impregnated
With life…
Followed tracks
With no direction, vibrating in me
The familiar sounds…

Of sub silentio… have witnessed
Frost crystallizing
Over dormant villages & glazed lakes,
Inhaled shards of
Glass deep in December’s bewitchment,
But never
Have I retired into

Your arm folds, lulled by your
Differing Anthems
Been a corroborator to your
Grandeur.
I have dreamt you in my
Days & nights,
Attending as an habitué,

Breathing in me, life in its kernel,
Crooning
The promises of paradise…
On the wings
Of habit & proneness…
But until then,
I will wait for the betrothal

Of man & nature
In an eternal blend.

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The past of a very dark day. Sep. 2012 ( Oa essay )

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This is a article I should remember to read when my abstinence quivers or doubts.
Am I glad we don’t have many moments like these in our lives!
There is truly, nothing that tastes better than abstinence.

Dark moment
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People usually die once. I have died a few deaths and keep on doing so.
Occasionally, I come back to the living, but end it off, of my own accord.

Some have others torturing them. A partner, husband, friend, colleague… I am privileged. I have my own torturer. ME.
I destroy myself. I am my worst enemy. I attack myself, by stuffing my body with food I don’t even desire or savor. Always in search of some taste bud-thrill, that will entertain my pallet a while longer.
It is a food-rage. It kills my soul, bit by bit. I have gone a thousand times to hell and back. Now, nothing seems to bring me home. I am spiraling downwards and speed my fall by letting go of all the ropes. No relief in sight.
Pain is the only feeling that visits my solitude.
This “ now “ is not the companion I was looking for. I try to shake it off but it sticks to my ego, my famous ego. You know, the one that takes so much space, there is no room for beauty. Just trouble.
I have been told to let go of it and have tried but do not know how.
My journey could have been uneventful had I known the secret but, my ego has a long life or maybe seven lives, like the cats, is it not what they say?
So, I resign myself to my cycle of suffering and despair yet in the hope of getting another glance at a paradise I have lived and left in a nearly forgotten past…

The one that people call with a moan and a sigh… LIFE.

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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Facets of life 1989 ( With French original text of poem ” Facettes de la vie ” )

Celerina
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I composed this poem in 1989. That is really way back. As usual, I adapted it to the time that has passed and the lessons I have learned along the way.
One of them, that life is not black or white, it has its moments of unexpected events thrown at us which we have to try and take… with a pinch of salt.

The biggest luxury would be to be able to see it with perspective. With the knowledge that things come and go, they don’t stay forever. To perceive the
blueprint of life and grasp the bigger picture. What may seem huge normally will quickly shrink with such acumen.

That’s when we can proudly feel and shout to the world that we have reached a certain level of wisdom. 🙂

I hope you’ll enjoy reading it.
Have a lovely day!

Facets of life
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Happy day
Day of pain
Day of riches
Love and drunkenness

Flash of worries
Life of wishes
We love and cherish
The captured second

Life of delirium
Spells of insomnia
We divert and escape
Boredom that follows

Life of values
Mountains of sweetness
Bouts of misfortune
Life without shame

If I was LIFE
Out of the window I’d toss
To children weeping
Vouchers of happiness

So they should have…
A day with flavor
A present without grief
A season where they’d laugh
An eternal paradise

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Facettes de la vie
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Jour de bonheur
Jour de douleur
Jour de richesse
D’amour et d’ivresse

Un clin de soucies
Vie d’envies
On aime et on chéri
La seconde conquise

Vie de délires
Périodes d’insomnies
On s’étourdit et fuit
L’ennui qui suit

Vie de valeurs
Montagne de douceur
Phases de malheurs
Vie sans pudeur

Si la vie j’étais
Par la fenêtre j’enverrais
Aux enfants qui pleurent
Des bons de bonheur

Pour qu’ils aient…

Un jour de saveur
Un présent sans douleurs
Une saison où l’on rit
Un éternel paradis