Into black and white

Into black and white

22-23 March 2015

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Night time brings the dark

That sits supreme over all

Live in beings’ frame

Slight is the heartbeat in chest

When shadows overcome light

 

Darkness engulfs shores

As seashells crunch under feet

Aimlessly walking

Mind steers direction in heart

As path to somewhere ends stern

 

The sea’s thunder calls

Deafening recognition

Of forgotten voice

How does one forget whispers

Of beings once clad in light?

 

Sand seeps through my toes

Grim testimonial of times

Where nothing would last

Mind probes last thoughts in blank walls

As stars etch in a new slate

 

A flicker lights night

And moving shadows walk tall

Into black and white

Duality is in thought

Though soul knows of times neutral

 

 

Earth in me

Earth in me

17 March 2015

earthwoman

The grasshopper sang

To the revival of Earth

Its voice clean and fresh

Fresh beginnings stirred in mind

As the path lay ahead raw

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A snake crawled silent

Slithering frame shedding all

As it renewed skin

Skin deep regeneration

Would lull not wandering soul

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The river flowed still

Glistening streaks of light gems

That shone unrivalled

No parallel for the sane

Earth’s core shone in pure white light

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The wind danced in sails

That filled to the tune of woods

Like elves on a plain

Out in plain sight I bore mind

Which shook with tremor of now

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Neutron bombarded

Clouds gave forth rain and tempest

Drenching parched dry soil

Relief overcame dry eye

As tears joined with raindrops

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Shrubs grow sparkling green

Voiceless witnesses of Earth

They renew in me

A new dawn thus finds me now

Watching tide of change ebb flow

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Springtime blooms steadfast

Carving red roses in rocks

As white lilies played

Teasing starry-eyed watchers

Strewed the sky with crimson signs

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Beating lively drums

Set pace to throb of living

While waterfalls gushed

Stirring emotions rushed forth

As Earth in me clad green robes

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76TiHw-ggx0

Mon cri – My cry

Dans certaines traditions indiennes comme dans certaines arabes (berbères aussi), les familles qui vivent de grandes tragédies engagent une pleureuse qui, à travers ses cris et lamentations permet à la famille de rester composée et digne. Voici ma pleureuse. Une gitane, comme il convient pour mon esprit libre et voyageur.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Scus9teTdjo

In some Indian traditions as in some Arab (as well as Berber), families who live great tragedies resort to a mourner who, through her cries and lamentations allows the family to stay composed and dignified. Here is my mourner. A gypsy, as befits my free wandering spirit.

Les meilleurs ennemis – The best ennemies

Quand l’amour a été décimé, tout ce qui reste à un couple lorsqu’ils ont des enfants communs c’est de les partager sans les déchirer. Les besoins ainsi que les souhaits de ces enfants doivent primer sur les besoins et/ou les souhaits de chacun des parents. C’est sur cette base essentielle que la justice devrait construire ses principes législatifs

When love has been wiped out, all that is left for a couple when they have children they share is not to tear them while sharing. The needs and wishes of these children have to take priority on the needs and/or wishes of each of the parents. This is what justice legal rules should be built on essentially.

29 août 2010 / 29 August 2010

Les meilleurs ennemis

 Il faut de tout pour une vie

Les meilleurs amours, si unis

Cœurs épris  et meilleurs amis

Le partage de tout, des soucis

Le poids des années que l’on vit

La distance qui peu à peu s’établit

Le fossé se creuse encore et grandit

Plus rien, plus personne qui nous réunit

La découverte du réel, enfin le corps du délit

Le désespoir, la déchirure, le pardon, le doux oubli

Pour enfin se regarder et se voir là, les meilleurs ennemis

Et rebelote… ou peut être pas cette fois-ci..on espère, on prie

Best ennemies – why love is blind

It takes sorts to get life lighted

The best love, the so well united

Loving hearts, best friends invited

To share everything, all worries spited

The weight of years that one lived excited

The distance settling, by indifference incited

The gap widens and grows with solitude delighted

Nothing, none to go back, by nature’s rules we abided

The discovery of reality, finally the corpus delicti sighted

Despair, tearing, forgiveness, sweet oblivion sadly decided

To finally look on and see in us the best of enemies highlighted

And begin again ..or maybe not this time…we hope, we pray, blinded

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z00GCA0IHZw

Weathering storms

“Rather windy isn’t it?”  

28 August 2010  

Woman all over the world, suffering

We yield not in vain shuddering 

But pliable reeds, we flex in pain 

To spring back to our tall selves again 

While the strong oak may tower

Over us and want us to cower 

We welcome with love and consent 

All hate, anger and resentment 

To turn darkness into bright light

Despite the hate, despite the spite 

For when HE gave us to hold a womb 

HE knowingly gave within us a tomb 

For the world’s hatred as we can bear 

From suffering more than our share 

But with the womb he gave us the seeds 

To grow within us those slight, silken reeds 

A gift of love so, many a storm, we may weather

With a heart, though sinking, light as a feather 

So when the mighty oak from storms splits 

We resume our grace that us so befits