What happens when you die?
☁
“It’s like a cloud in the sky. When the cloud is no longer in the sky, it doesn’t mean the cloud has died. The cloud is continued in other forms like rain or snow or ice. So you can recognize your cloud in her new forms. If you are very fond of a beautiful cloud and if your cloud is no longer there, you should not be sad. Your beloved cloud might have become the rain, calling on you, ‘darling, darling, don’t you see me in my new form?’ And then you will not be stuck with grief and despair. Your beloved one continues always. Meditation helps you recognize her continued presence in new forms. And our nature is the nature of no birth and no death...the nature of a cloud also. A cloud can never die. A cloud can become snow, or hail... or rain. But it is impossible for a cloud to pass from being into non-being. And that is true with your beloved one. She has not died. She is continued in many new forms. And you can look deeply and recognize herself in you and around you.”
⁃ Thích Nhất Hạnh
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sky lantern, blue led, near the family cemetery. Hunan,
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?”
<...>
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
― T. S. Eliot Four Quartets
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Trance Travels
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At night
Reflection of the lights
Droping themselves on a surface
Living from their glow
To make us see the illusion of a dream
In our reality
They are stars of our grownd
They are the reflection of the stars
In the blue night
Shinning forever neir our eyes
If you try to touch
Your fingers will carry their light
And create the reflection of your inside
Like a simphony of reactions
Inside you
You know you have a light
Shinning since your first heartbeat
And until the last
You can share your light
Simply by loving
Through your eyes
Sparkles flying in the atmosphere
Communicate with the human stars to create a firework
Of hope
Dear souls
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i drown myself inside my coffin
When you feel alone
Even though there are plenty of people you love
Around
away
You feel stuck inside
You want to run to the sun
Where the light would carry you
weightless
disapear from eyes
Until you reach a place you dont know
Where you dont need to stay
Where you can hide from humans
I hate what people say about themselves
It is boring and filled with useless energy
Passed senses
I want to jump from a clift
Only draging my shadow on the hill
As a spirit flying inside a cloud
A wisper no one can hear
My bath is flowing
My eyes are crying
Water is fallling to fill a shape
To fill my coffin
Where i will swim
And dive to drown my body
To save my soul from this sorrow we are floating in
To escape
When sadness invades your senses
Your body and mind
You throw down every thing that you inhaled
As a sponge filled with undesired waters
Fallin from each grey cloud
Swiming in a bath
I let the water float away until my body is alone with air
I wish i could dispel as the water flows
Always mooving, growing or sinking
Always travelling foward to touch and feel
As my heart needs
I want to love
I wish i could be loved
But i’m not
How long can i wish for
As long as i care
And if i don’t
I feel this wolrd we are living in is filled with competitions
With podiums to run up to
Why cant we just be friends
And care for each other
Believe in our mutual intuitive power
Listen to our shadow
And love
Love with your voice
Love with your taste
Love with your eyes
Love with your smell
Love with your moovments
Travelling in water, fire, wind, and earth
Creating a wind of whispers
Connecting life and death
Soul’s and hearts
Brains and sex
Silence and noise
Us and them
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Seller of tears
Sailor of tears
The seller of tears
A heartbroken woman sell’s her own tears to live
She lives on the river
Each day she sits in front of her houseboat
With an umbrella on top of her head
She saves each drops falling from her eyes into a glass
bottle
She sell’s them to walking waves for a little wage
Can she live from her sorrow ?
Each human wave who buy’s her tears, carry little by little
her sadness away
Sailor of tears
A woman comes each day to buy a little bottle of tears
from the seller of tears
She brings them home to her garden of hope
She plants a seed into each bottle of tears
The seeds bloom into blue flowers
One day she leads the seller of tears to her garden
The seller of tears see’s from her foggy eyes
The Little bottles of tears renewal into delightful blossom’s
She start’s to smile
Her eyes become rainless of sadness
The sailor of tears hold’s the seller’s hand with tenderness
She say’s
“ did you know your tears are the roots of all of these
flowers ?
your tears are the essence of life
they conceived hundred’s of smell’s
hundred’s of colour’s
hundred’s of soul’s
blue is the warmest colour “
from this moment the seller of tears went away with her
houseboat
she waved away with the sailor
they decided to live together their love on the sea
just floating on the surface of the water
reflections of sun carry them to discover love
can we live from our sorrow ?
we can live life with our sorrow
we can exist with sorrow
pain, sadness, melancholy, suffering
a sailor will come to you to catch it and deliver into other
forms of life
maybe an invisible sailor who knows
keep your smell wide
rain fall’s until the sun comes out
then a rainbow appears in the sky
sometimes
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Love At First Sight
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Mortuary houses have windows,
We can see through them the landscape. A bit of sky,
But if you walk to the other side,
Tears of blue ink fall’s from the window. Views always have
other sides.
Walking pass thoses houses,
I feel many whispers following me.
I feel company,
Energy of passed places,
Blown by any wind.
As a sculpture sculpt into nothingness, Hold by the
molecules that wind carries. Fragile and pure,
They hold on to what is mooving.
When the speed slows,
They leave to another current.
There is no end or beggining, Only a vaste ocean of sound.
Quiete and loud,
Ryhtm of moovment,
Waves and wind blow themselves into a knot. A bubble
that seems to be the earth.
Those neirboorhood of graves,
Carry the underground circualtion that we can’t see. They
are full of energy,
Full of mystery.
An entrance to dimensions,
We can’t yet reach.
Graveyards are open doors.
Horizantal paths,
Deeply carved into durt.
Cold beds of stones where no one sleeps, But bones.
The silence there shows us that we are stuck in this
dimensions. That our filters are separating us from other
world’s,
Muting them so we can focus on our own selves.
But,
Ink has changed.
To seek them we have to enlarge our perceptions. They left
footsteps everywhere,
And we are walking on them without knowing.
If i dive into the molecules of silence,
Will they carry me to another dimension ?
Why is there spirits ?
What is a spirit made of ?
How does it float ?
Why does a body grow’s a spirit ?
Then leaves it to fly away.
As a snail in his shell,
The shell is only a container to walk through streets. A
spirit needs no street or wall’s,
Not a plane or a card.
A spirit travel’s anywhere.
What is their limit ?
Do you ever feel as if you were dead. Floating in this reality
as a ghost,
But here as well on this surface.
As if you were looking for your breath, But realised you
didn’t need it anymore. Because you are in another layer.
Air vibrates, and becomes wider when we listen to it. Do
you carry inside of you a wound,
Who isn’t healing ?
No time or stitches are in need,
Because it comes from beneath.
From your own gravitationnal centre.
As a weed impossible to stop from growing again and
again.
You try to burry it deeper each year,
But it’s here and bigger.
How can we disolve this pain ?
Why is it glued to us so strongly ?
As a shadow,
So what’s the way to get rid of a shadow ?
To get rid of ourselves.
Why should we let our shadow grow over us ?
You have to be courageous.
And let creativness take handle of the situation
«Take your broken heart and make it into art.»
Who ever you are let your shadow express itself into
something else then you.
It came into you, and it will go on to another container.
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PLANT A CLOUD
work in progress
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“It’s like a cloud in the sky. When the cloud is no longer in the sky, it doesn’t mean the cloud has died. The cloud is continued in other forms like rain or snow or ice. So you can recognize your cloud in her new forms. If you are very fond of a beautiful cloud and if your cloud is no longer there, you should not be sad. Your beloved cloud might have become the rain, calling on you, ‘darling, darling, don’t you see me in my new form?’ And then you will not be stuck with grief and despair. Your beloved one continues always. Meditation helps you recognize her continued presence in new forms. And our nature is the nature of no birth and no death...the nature of a cloud also. A cloud can never die. A cloud can become snow, or hail... or rain. But it is impossible for a cloud to pass from being into non-being. And that is true with your beloved one. She has not died. She is continued in many new forms. And you can look deeply and recognize herself in you and around you.”
⁃ Thích Nhất Hạnh
Echoes of the Fire
“A Reunion of Time and Space”
“A Reunion of Time and Space”
sky lantern, blue led, near the family cemetery. Hunan,
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?”
<...>
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
― T. S. Eliot Four Quartets
AMBIANCE JUNGLE
The visitors are walking around in a tropical and smoky atmosphere. The performer standing still, nearby a plant becomes part of the Jungle created within the venue.
The visitors are walking around in a tropical and smoky atmosphere. The performer standing still, nearby a plant becomes part of the Jungle created within the venue.
Spiral Garden, Wacoal Art Center Tokyo 2019
Meditation Is maintaining this pure awareness
the key to enlightenment is to maintain pure awareness.
not having no-thought; and definitely not trying to stop thinking.
The correct way is this:
if thoughts come,
just let them come
when they go;
just let them go
Don't follow your thoughts and don't cut them off
just to watch them, without trying to control them.
Let them come, and let them go. Then they will be under control.
Just be aware of them like watching clouds in the sky
as soon as you relax your mind
you naturally enter a state of fire awareness
When you're fully aware and relaxed at the same time thoughts naturally drift away and disappears
is the key and foundation to all meditation practices
When we are fully relaxed
this awareness will naturally manifest
because it has always been with us
because it has always been with us
We cannot create it
nor can we cause it to manifest by practice
On the contrary, if we try too hard to find it
we can't find it
because it has always been here
the key to enlightenment is to maintain pure awareness.
not having no-thought; and definitely not trying to stop thinking.
The correct way is this:
if thoughts come,
just let them come
when they go;
just let them go
Don't follow your thoughts and don't cut them off
just to watch them, without trying to control them.
Let them come, and let them go. Then they will be under control.
Just be aware of them like watching clouds in the sky
as soon as you relax your mind
you naturally enter a state of fire awareness
When you're fully aware and relaxed at the same time thoughts naturally drift away and disappears
is the key and foundation to all meditation practices
When we are fully relaxed
this awareness will naturally manifest
because it has always been with us
because it has always been with us
We cannot create it
nor can we cause it to manifest by practice
On the contrary, if we try too hard to find it
we can't find it
because it has always been here
Trance Travels
Reflections of the lights
At night
Reflection of the lights
Droping themselves on a surface
Living from their glow
To make us see the illusion of a dream
In our reality
They are stars of our grownd
They are the reflection of the stars
In the blue night
Shinning forever neir our eyes
If you try to touch
Your fingers will carry their light
And create the reflection of your inside
Like a simphony of reactions
Inside you
You know you have a light
Shinning since your first heartbeat
And until the last
You can share your light
Simply by loving
Through your eyes
Sparkles flying in the atmosphere
Communicate with the human stars to create a firework
Of hope
We all love other humans
Inside of them we imagine
A little house
With two large windows
Where your hand and his pass through
They hold a light of hope
You feel that this house is forever
Safe in your heart and in his
But this house is not rooted in the earth
It is floating in our air
Somehow a wind
A breath
Blows this happy place away
And that’s okay
What’s not is that you suffer from loneliness
That you hold the broken pieces in your hand
While the other ran away
That is heart breaking
But it is the experience of lost
And in it you will find out that there is no home
But in your heart
Your heart is your light
It is our hope
This univers is our shared home
The moon and the sun are our parents
The trees are our friends
You can cry all of your tears
They will fertilize a ground
Where seeds will grow
Cry until you are dry
Until you forget why
Dont expect any longer
Love from a human
Expect it from the stars
They shine their distance in the reflection of your eyes
Some humans only care for themselves
Let them care
And let your soul love
how can we describe ourselves when we are constantly
floating in dazed oceans
We are caméleons, changing, wearing, changing
Im not what you think
And you are certaintly not what i think
Smell could guide us to feelings
Pain can destroy our head
But never our hearts
They are inside attached to every parts of us
Hearts are our centers
Like a seed, we can never loose a seed
We can loose roots, blossoms, petals
But a seed is always inside a garden
Your heart is safe in your garden
It will never loose it’s ability to love love and love
indefinitely
Why do humans care so much
At the end no matter what
You wont ever come back
Why dont you let yourself live as you feel
You care about achieving your job
Your life
Let that oppresive nonsense concept go away
Its only keeping you from living this moment
No one will remember what you did
Because we will all fly away from this planet
The only beautiful goal you should always care with you
Is to help others
Help our time evolve with nature and our sky
In harmony and peace
Help everyone that needs a hand
We have two hands
Shake them until they stop breathing
If you love something that is truly magical
Jump inside of it
Swim naked without any control
Water flows as your blood
As our love
Floating vibrations of lights all around
Wispering to our minds
Our life is too short to complain
To get pissed
Just run away
Dance or moove your body as the wind in any directions
Experience of anything
Love without control
Care without control
Look without control
Think without control
Feel without control
Just let yourself be
Let your senses taste
One day you will stop being and doing
So dont you think about stoping now
You are free
Our body is like a car
Our heart is the motor
When it stops beating
Your body is left here
But your soul flies up naked in the sky
In the invisible
If you are angry with yourself
Forgive what you did
Its okay
You can change now
Every second you are someone else
As the constellations
They all shine at different levels
But if you look from here
Its a huge light shining into darkness
As humans
We are all shining at our own intensity
We are a cloud of light
No matter what
Dont let fear stop your experiences
You can be crazy
Dont feel scared
You are stronger than you believe
Inside of them we imagine
A little house
With two large windows
Where your hand and his pass through
They hold a light of hope
You feel that this house is forever
Safe in your heart and in his
But this house is not rooted in the earth
It is floating in our air
Somehow a wind
A breath
Blows this happy place away
And that’s okay
What’s not is that you suffer from loneliness
That you hold the broken pieces in your hand
While the other ran away
That is heart breaking
But it is the experience of lost
And in it you will find out that there is no home
But in your heart
Your heart is your light
It is our hope
This univers is our shared home
The moon and the sun are our parents
The trees are our friends
You can cry all of your tears
They will fertilize a ground
Where seeds will grow
Cry until you are dry
Until you forget why
Dont expect any longer
Love from a human
Expect it from the stars
They shine their distance in the reflection of your eyes
Some humans only care for themselves
Let them care
And let your soul love
how can we describe ourselves when we are constantly
floating in dazed oceans
We are caméleons, changing, wearing, changing
Im not what you think
And you are certaintly not what i think
Smell could guide us to feelings
Pain can destroy our head
But never our hearts
They are inside attached to every parts of us
Hearts are our centers
Like a seed, we can never loose a seed
We can loose roots, blossoms, petals
But a seed is always inside a garden
Your heart is safe in your garden
It will never loose it’s ability to love love and love
indefinitely
Why do humans care so much
At the end no matter what
You wont ever come back
Why dont you let yourself live as you feel
You care about achieving your job
Your life
Let that oppresive nonsense concept go away
Its only keeping you from living this moment
No one will remember what you did
Because we will all fly away from this planet
The only beautiful goal you should always care with you
Is to help others
Help our time evolve with nature and our sky
In harmony and peace
Help everyone that needs a hand
We have two hands
Shake them until they stop breathing
If you love something that is truly magical
Jump inside of it
Swim naked without any control
Water flows as your blood
As our love
Floating vibrations of lights all around
Wispering to our minds
Our life is too short to complain
To get pissed
Just run away
Dance or moove your body as the wind in any directions
Experience of anything
Love without control
Care without control
Look without control
Think without control
Feel without control
Just let yourself be
Let your senses taste
One day you will stop being and doing
So dont you think about stoping now
You are free
Our body is like a car
Our heart is the motor
When it stops beating
Your body is left here
But your soul flies up naked in the sky
In the invisible
If you are angry with yourself
Forgive what you did
Its okay
You can change now
Every second you are someone else
As the constellations
They all shine at different levels
But if you look from here
Its a huge light shining into darkness
As humans
We are all shining at our own intensity
We are a cloud of light
No matter what
Dont let fear stop your experiences
You can be crazy
Dont feel scared
You are stronger than you believe
i drown myself inside my coffin
When you feel alone
Even though there are plenty of people you love
Around
away
You feel stuck inside
You want to run to the sun
Where the light would carry you
weightless
disapear from eyes
Until you reach a place you dont know
Where you dont need to stay
Where you can hide from humans
I hate what people say about themselves
It is boring and filled with useless energy
Passed senses
I want to jump from a clift
Only draging my shadow on the hill
As a spirit flying inside a cloud
A wisper no one can hear
My bath is flowing
My eyes are crying
Water is fallling to fill a shape
To fill my coffin
Where i will swim
And dive to drown my body
To save my soul from this sorrow we are floating in
To escape
When sadness invades your senses
Your body and mind
You throw down every thing that you inhaled
As a sponge filled with undesired waters
Fallin from each grey cloud
Swiming in a bath
I let the water float away until my body is alone with air
I wish i could dispel as the water flows
Always mooving, growing or sinking
Always travelling foward to touch and feel
As my heart needs
I want to love
I wish i could be loved
But i’m not
How long can i wish for
As long as i care
And if i don’t
I feel this wolrd we are living in is filled with competitions
With podiums to run up to
Why cant we just be friends
And care for each other
Believe in our mutual intuitive power
Listen to our shadow
And love
Love with your voice
Love with your taste
Love with your eyes
Love with your smell
Love with your moovments
Travelling in water, fire, wind, and earth
Creating a wind of whispers
Connecting life and death
Soul’s and hearts
Brains and sex
Silence and noise
Us and them
Words in an instant are waves
Rythm of the evolvence of emotions
They moove and dance in the head
At the moment our eyes wash inside of their essence
And are left to float in the ocean of our minds
Until the sun wakes up clearing the night away
Words waves
So confused with unknown movments
So infused with unreachable feelings
Why are words our only way of expressing ourselves
Why don’t we understand a smile, our eyes ?
Why can’t we feel the burning expression of a heart from
the smell of our body’s
People tend to smell the ones they love deeply
I only smell a few humans, and feel pure delight for one
Her smell is created by her bones, her blood, her soul
I could die inside of it
Inside the bottle of her body
Smell is invisible, but it comes from a visible memory
I wonder if you smell me
If you dont, i hope i dont have a smell
I hope im a neutral creation without any sent
Mystery is my beloved
There is something we dont see in the construction, there
is space for none existing results
We can dream in that unreachable space
We can invent many directions to ends
Without ever reaching them
Illusion of life
That’s why i live
Because we are in our own movies, scenes colaps and
disconnect, our coils are infinite
And we can never watch them again, only in fragments
falling from our own memory
Do you hear me
Could you reach me
I can never explain who i am
Because now i could be something, and then something
else
So how can we describe ourselves when we are constantly
floating in dazed oceans
We are caméleons, changing, wearing, changing
Im not what you think
And you are certaintly not what i think
Smell could guide us to feelings
Pain can destroy our head
But never our hearts
They are inside attached to every parts of us
Hearts are our centers
Like a seed, we can never loose a seed
We can loose roots, blossoms, petals
But a seed is always inside a garden
Your heart is safe in your garden
It will never loose it’s ability to love love and love
indefinitely
Rythm of the evolvence of emotions
They moove and dance in the head
At the moment our eyes wash inside of their essence
And are left to float in the ocean of our minds
Until the sun wakes up clearing the night away
Words waves
So confused with unknown movments
So infused with unreachable feelings
Why are words our only way of expressing ourselves
Why don’t we understand a smile, our eyes ?
Why can’t we feel the burning expression of a heart from
the smell of our body’s
People tend to smell the ones they love deeply
I only smell a few humans, and feel pure delight for one
Her smell is created by her bones, her blood, her soul
I could die inside of it
Inside the bottle of her body
Smell is invisible, but it comes from a visible memory
I wonder if you smell me
If you dont, i hope i dont have a smell
I hope im a neutral creation without any sent
Mystery is my beloved
There is something we dont see in the construction, there
is space for none existing results
We can dream in that unreachable space
We can invent many directions to ends
Without ever reaching them
Illusion of life
That’s why i live
Because we are in our own movies, scenes colaps and
disconnect, our coils are infinite
And we can never watch them again, only in fragments
falling from our own memory
Do you hear me
Could you reach me
I can never explain who i am
Because now i could be something, and then something
else
So how can we describe ourselves when we are constantly
floating in dazed oceans
We are caméleons, changing, wearing, changing
Im not what you think
And you are certaintly not what i think
Smell could guide us to feelings
Pain can destroy our head
But never our hearts
They are inside attached to every parts of us
Hearts are our centers
Like a seed, we can never loose a seed
We can loose roots, blossoms, petals
But a seed is always inside a garden
Your heart is safe in your garden
It will never loose it’s ability to love love and love
indefinitely
Sailor of tears
The seller of tears
A heartbroken woman sell’s her own tears to live
She lives on the river
Each day she sits in front of her houseboat
With an umbrella on top of her head
She saves each drops falling from her eyes into a glass
bottle
She sell’s them to walking waves for a little wage
Can she live from her sorrow ?
Each human wave who buy’s her tears, carry little by little
her sadness away
Sailor of tears
A woman comes each day to buy a little bottle of tears
from the seller of tears
She brings them home to her garden of hope
She plants a seed into each bottle of tears
The seeds bloom into blue flowers
One day she leads the seller of tears to her garden
The seller of tears see’s from her foggy eyes
The Little bottles of tears renewal into delightful blossom’s
She start’s to smile
Her eyes become rainless of sadness
The sailor of tears hold’s the seller’s hand with tenderness
She say’s
“ did you know your tears are the roots of all of these
flowers ?
your tears are the essence of life
they conceived hundred’s of smell’s
hundred’s of colour’s
hundred’s of soul’s
blue is the warmest colour “
from this moment the seller of tears went away with her
houseboat
she waved away with the sailor
they decided to live together their love on the sea
just floating on the surface of the water
reflections of sun carry them to discover love
can we live from our sorrow ?
we can live life with our sorrow
we can exist with sorrow
pain, sadness, melancholy, suffering
a sailor will come to you to catch it and deliver into other
forms of life
maybe an invisible sailor who knows
keep your smell wide
rain fall’s until the sun comes out
then a rainbow appears in the sky
sometimes
hearts are seeds
Words in an instant are waves
Rythm of the evolvence of emotions
They moove and dance in the head
At the moment our eyes wash inside of their essence
And are left to float in the ocean of our minds
Until the sun wakes up clearing the night away
Words waves
So confused with unknown movments
So infused with unreachable feelings
Why are words our only way of expressing ourselves
Why don’t we understand a smile, our eyes ?
Why can’t we feel the burning expression of a heart from
the smell of our body’s
People tend to smell the ones they love deeply
I only smell a few humans, and feel pure delight for one
Her smell is created by her bones, her blood, her soul
I could die inside of it
Inside the bottle of her body
Smell is invisible, but it comes from a visible memory
I wonder if you smell me
If you dont, i hope i dont have a smell
I hope im a neutral creation without any sent
Mystery is my beloved
There is something we dont see in the construction, there
is space for none existing results
We can dream in that unreachable space
We can invent many directions to ends
Without ever reaching them
Illusion of life
That’s why i live
Because we are in our own movies, scenes colaps and
disconnect, our coils are infinite
And we can never watch them again, only in fragments
falling from our own memory
Do you hear me
Could you reach me
I can never explain who i am
Because now i could be something, and then something
else
So how can we describe ourselves when we are constantly
floating in dazed oceans
We are caméleons, changing, wearing, changing
Im not what you think
And you are certaintly not what i think
Smell could guide us to feelings
Pain can destroy our head
But never our hearts
They are inside attached to every parts of us
Hearts are our centers
Like a seed, we can never loose a seed
We can loose roots, blossoms, petals
But a seed is always inside a garden
Your heart is safe in your garden
It will never loose it’s ability to love love and love
indefinitely
Words in an instant are waves
Rythm of the evolvence of emotions
They moove and dance in the head
At the moment our eyes wash inside of their essence
And are left to float in the ocean of our minds
Until the sun wakes up clearing the night away
Words waves
So confused with unknown movments
So infused with unreachable feelings
Why are words our only way of expressing ourselves
Why don’t we understand a smile, our eyes ?
Why can’t we feel the burning expression of a heart from
the smell of our body’s
People tend to smell the ones they love deeply
I only smell a few humans, and feel pure delight for one
Her smell is created by her bones, her blood, her soul
I could die inside of it
Inside the bottle of her body
Smell is invisible, but it comes from a visible memory
I wonder if you smell me
If you dont, i hope i dont have a smell
I hope im a neutral creation without any sent
Mystery is my beloved
There is something we dont see in the construction, there
is space for none existing results
We can dream in that unreachable space
We can invent many directions to ends
Without ever reaching them
Illusion of life
That’s why i live
Because we are in our own movies, scenes colaps and
disconnect, our coils are infinite
And we can never watch them again, only in fragments
falling from our own memory
Do you hear me
Could you reach me
I can never explain who i am
Because now i could be something, and then something
else
So how can we describe ourselves when we are constantly
floating in dazed oceans
We are caméleons, changing, wearing, changing
Im not what you think
And you are certaintly not what i think
Smell could guide us to feelings
Pain can destroy our head
But never our hearts
They are inside attached to every parts of us
Hearts are our centers
Like a seed, we can never loose a seed
We can loose roots, blossoms, petals
But a seed is always inside a garden
Your heart is safe in your garden
It will never loose it’s ability to love love and love
indefinitely
Love At First Sight
sculpture view, porcupine quill
“Two porcupines in the winter freeze found mutual warmth, and thus agreed to keep together. But when they began to prick each other with their quills, they were obliged to separate. However, the cold drove them together again, when just the same thing happened. At last, after many turns of huddling and dispersing, they discovered that they would be best off by remaining a little distance apart.”
- Schopenhauer, "The World as Will and Representation"
“Two porcupines in the winter freeze found mutual warmth, and thus agreed to keep together. But when they began to prick each other with their quills, they were obliged to separate. However, the cold drove them together again, when just the same thing happened. At last, after many turns of huddling and dispersing, they discovered that they would be best off by remaining a little distance apart.”
- Schopenhauer, "The World as Will and Representation"
Mortuary houses have windows,
We can see through them the landscape. A bit of sky,
But if you walk to the other side,
Tears of blue ink fall’s from the window. Views always have
other sides.
Walking pass thoses houses,
I feel many whispers following me.
I feel company,
Energy of passed places,
Blown by any wind.
As a sculpture sculpt into nothingness, Hold by the
molecules that wind carries. Fragile and pure,
They hold on to what is mooving.
When the speed slows,
They leave to another current.
There is no end or beggining, Only a vaste ocean of sound.
Quiete and loud,
Ryhtm of moovment,
Waves and wind blow themselves into a knot. A bubble
that seems to be the earth.
Those neirboorhood of graves,
Carry the underground circualtion that we can’t see. They
are full of energy,
Full of mystery.
An entrance to dimensions,
We can’t yet reach.
Graveyards are open doors.
Horizantal paths,
Deeply carved into durt.
Cold beds of stones where no one sleeps, But bones.
The silence there shows us that we are stuck in this
dimensions. That our filters are separating us from other
world’s,
Muting them so we can focus on our own selves.
But,
Ink has changed.
To seek them we have to enlarge our perceptions. They left
footsteps everywhere,
And we are walking on them without knowing.
If i dive into the molecules of silence,
Will they carry me to another dimension ?
Why is there spirits ?
What is a spirit made of ?
How does it float ?
Why does a body grow’s a spirit ?
Then leaves it to fly away.
As a snail in his shell,
The shell is only a container to walk through streets. A
spirit needs no street or wall’s,
Not a plane or a card.
A spirit travel’s anywhere.
What is their limit ?
Do you ever feel as if you were dead. Floating in this reality
as a ghost,
But here as well on this surface.
As if you were looking for your breath, But realised you
didn’t need it anymore. Because you are in another layer.
Air vibrates, and becomes wider when we listen to it. Do
you carry inside of you a wound,
Who isn’t healing ?
No time or stitches are in need,
Because it comes from beneath.
From your own gravitationnal centre.
As a weed impossible to stop from growing again and
again.
You try to burry it deeper each year,
But it’s here and bigger.
How can we disolve this pain ?
Why is it glued to us so strongly ?
As a shadow,
So what’s the way to get rid of a shadow ?
To get rid of ourselves.
Why should we let our shadow grow over us ?
You have to be courageous.
And let creativness take handle of the situation
«Take your broken heart and make it into art.»
Who ever you are let your shadow express itself into
something else then you.
It came into you, and it will go on to another container.
PLANT A CLOUD
work in progress