Quelques mots d’amour

Arrivant a sept heures du matin Ă  Liseux ~ Basilique de Saint-ThĂ©rèse ~ au debut de printemps ~ j’ai pris ce vidĂ©o. Moment de mĂ©ditation, chants d’oiseaux et une chanson sur le radio… et tout Ă  coup les lumiĂ©res de nuit s’Ă©teignent et un oiseau s’envole…

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Yes, I must confess again: I like to float in,
float on water, a surface somewhere in
between a mountain high and river deep,
this floating then becoming ship at the horizon,
I drink deep, the more the getting there
the less I see, the more consumed the more
your Light is piercing, one single Moon beam
in the darkest night, a golden touch to warm up
icy water, O Yes, I must confess again I like to float
in, float on  water somewhere in between,
a yesterday embracing time, a you, a me, and I

Wedding Dance

As to my eyes are the bending lines
of Her soft skin so is Her dance along
the mountain curve on a sweet summer
breeze under the guidance of His presence:
leaf by leaf and ray by ray this Queen
is walking to my heart, touching with
Her veils, I hardly can believe Her call,
and I invite Her in, humbly accepting
the gift of Her warm breath
O no, there is no death when there is
parting only the reassuring promise
of Her leave to have Her and to hold
this welcome as a gentle bride

written on a tango summer course in Albi, La Fraysinette France

Silent Sea Of Soul

As waves are to the sea so time is to
the mind: moments come and go, then
come again, and if we try to hold them,
and cherish what they offer they just
go again, but always something then
is left behind, not for the eye to see
but for the Heart to feel, and finally,
when we stop wondering where all
this is coming from, we are ready to
receive, our eyes then open, as time
is to the mind and waves are to the sea,
so Love is to our Soul,  eventually.

(animation via http://www.pimpmyspace.org/ )