Caresser

Caresser
Is my word-gift
For you
My song of love
The song
Of a whisper
In your ears

A lightness
Containing
A million years
Of strengths
Suddenly
Injected
In my breath

Caresser

Your breath
With the tip
Of my fingers

Envelopping the softness
Of your smile
A dance of love
Upon your skin

My hands
A travel
Over your resurrected body
Out of the dryness
And the dust
Shaped by the wind
And the blinding colours
Of the sun
The swallowed miles
The swallowed words
The drunken sacred silent
Of the wild

Deciphered
Read
Beyond each horizon

Caresser

This image of you
Here
And there
Now 
And then
Your hand in my hand
I too
Can see 
The multiple scratches
And the unexplainable
Beauties
Both
Flowing
From your heart 
To my loving hands

Summer thoughts

Giant lizards
Curled up
In the blinding
Summer sky

Smiling
Harmless
Dinosaurs
Unfolded silently
In an endless
Procession
Guiding me
Through their celestial
Floating

Leading my eyes
To the other side
Of the blueness
To the end of the end
Of what my mind
Can think of
Until
They finally
Reach you

Clear-sightedness

The heart
Swelled
With despair

An unexpected pain
Whose purple blade
Suddenly transfigures
The beauty
Of a moment

Self-doubt
Bending force

A curvature
A renunciation
Imposing
A silent acceptance
An expectation
Dressed in guilt

A compromise
Hanging
Upon my lips

My eyes
Always tested

The sacrificial danse
Of the soul

Your eyes

The merciless arena
Of my pains

The unique 
Solid 
Loving 
Meaningful 
Harbour
That is
My Home

Stupas, with the north face of Mount Kailash

« Aller au Kailash est un pèlerinage définitif, ultime, le pèlerinage suprême, la paramâ yâtrâ. On n’atteint pas le Kailash, on n’en gravit pas le pic : on en fait le tour, on y accomplit le parikrama, on fait la pradakshinâ (circum-ambulation). « Ultime » signifie que c’est un pèlerinage sans retour. Si jamais on en revient, c’est par pure grâce : on est un être nouveau. »

Raimon Panikkar et Milena Carrara, Pèlerinage au Kailash – Retour à la source, Cerf, 2011

Fallen Angels

There are
Some heavy souls
That entangle themselves
With confusion
And pain
Into their too broad wings

Spreading
Inconsolable 
Loneliness
In the turbulence
Of the world

Souls
Torn 
Into their own
Outlines

Souls 
Flaying 
Other souls

Holding them in their chains
Of ambiguous tyranny
Between pleasure and pain
Until an uncertain salute

Souls
Monstrously visionary
Forged by the despair 
Of their pains
Clever killers
Shining with a thousand poisons

Injecting
Their invincible trick
Their deceptive
Filter of love 
Numbing the most beautiful dreams
Reducing
The most splendid battles 
To nothing

Consonance

You say my name
And I am
Born again

Unearthed
From a million years
Of darkness
Arised
From a thousand nights
Of Anonymity

Morning whispers

Motionless
Cows
Floating 
In a translational movement
Against
The grey background
Of the sky

Broken windows

Abandoned hours

The dance
Of the green
Distorted
Cabbages

The flatness
And the fresh humid smell
Of the underbrush

Crows 
Flying low
In haunting spots

Your voice
In the murmur
Of the waterfalls

The strength
Drawn
From a thousand
Awakenings

(Cascades de Gimel - Avril 2015)

The Sehnsucht poems (3) - The Cyclop's Dream

Jasmin morning
Embroidered
With the light
And the depth
Of an absence

A Silent
Lonely
Walk
Filled
With the sacred
Beauty
Of your smile

Breathing
The telepathic colours
Of our dreams
The warm music
Of their incomplete
Symphony

A lack
A paralysis
An hibernation
A distortion
A hook in the heart
A fish
On the bank

Senses veiled
Falsified
Amputated
For a while

The one vision
Unshared

The lightness
Of the bees
Remaining
On my lips
The brightness
Of the sun
Absorbed
By the void
Of my single sight

Filled
With the immense
Warm knowledge
Of what your eyes
Would say

The Sehnsucht poems (2) - Silence

I want to write a poem
Which is a silence 
From the beginning
To the end
Not even a murmur
Or a sigh
But a perfect 
Crystal silence
Full of truth
And hope
And deep despair 
Far from the poisoning 
Blinding words

A silence
That would not be
A betrayal
To the fullness
Of our hearts
A silence deprived of emptiness 
Resonating 
With the haunting cherished dreams
Of our connected souls

A  language
Beyond words
Filled
With the thousand 
weaving echos
of our breathless hearts
Containing the implosions
The thousand lightnings
The tremblings
The fears
Of the deepest
Despair

Appalled
Assailed 
Fighting
In a cruel 
merciless 
Arena
To face 
The killing 
Revealing
Truth
To restore the darkest abysses
To their full meaning
Deprived of their destructive lies

Where true life lays

Sacred silence
Extirpated
Out of the bottom of forlorn depths

By breach
Bringing back the Almighty
Horror
Of the simple truth
The one that flows along the cheeks 
That bruises grazed lips
Compromises the eyes
Inflating the heart
With an Heavenly dizziness
Of hope

Release the wild animals held in cage
Let the furies and the foam
Explode into magnificence
And the crazy passion for life 
And for freedom
And the races
In the tempest
On the devastated shores

Let me
Hold your hands
In an endless waltz
Of love
Intoxicated with 
The light and the twirling landscapes
Holding us in their song 
A rebirth
Of colours and senses
Upon our lips

A plentiful warmth
Unfolding gracefully
Out of the most
Suitable 
Perfect 
Silence

The Sehnsucht poems (1)

Timeless Nights
Paralyzed
In a white winter silence
A waiting
Mired
Into the void
Of your absence
Into dreams 
Consuming themselves 
Endlessly
Endlessly reborn 
From themselves
Almighty Phoenix 
With golden wings

Dreams
Which do not stop
Remaining dreams
Coiled
In their familiar homeland
Until the limit of their pain
Until the pain of their limit
Of their certainties
Of their doubts
Wrapped up
With fears
And desires
Sharp and bright steel blade
Into the wrinkled flesh
A dazzled heart throbbing
Into recognition

Drinking
The breath of your breath
Dreaming of
The miracle
Of your kiss
Bringing my lips
Out of the darkness

My words
Being your words
Your eyes
Being my eyes
Unearthed
From the living-dead
And the blind

What I already knew
What I already felt
Magically 
Completed and confirmed
By the touch of your soul
Upon mine
Grown up
Embellished

The murmur of your voice
Slowly bursting out
Into the blossoming beauties
Of this world
A revelation
Of what was just a hint
Til there

Not a single color
Not a sound
Not a smell
An image
Or a shape
Ever the same again
Each one reborn 
Within itself
Beholding
A new meaning
Enveloped
By the sacredness
Of our song

A raindrop of love
On each fingertip
My skin
Without your skin
A deserted canvas
Waiting for
The symphony of your lips
To dance upon it