The silver key

Moonlight unlocks

Embraces trees, grasses

Brooks, waterfalls, fountains

Unabated, illogical romance

In the music and the dance

Intoxication and love-making
Spreads through the leaves

Smiles, and flirts with the breeze.

The troubled world overlooks, blocks

Eye for an eye, its words, proverbs

Live in the dark,

Its frozen ears don’t listen

Cold eyes hiss, don’t see

The warmth in the air kissing

The quiet so clear, unworried and free

Missing it is for long, the silver key.

Survivor

I am a survivor

in the ways I float and meander

life is what I marry and choose

I am not dying to win,

nor succumb do I if I lose.

I have no worth,

no shame saying that aloud

away from the wing of words –

a plastic arena that’s bold and proud,

beholds my wind as meek

lapidates it with every unwilling brick

a game that clouds the unsure and the weak.

love's alive in my trip – in my warm world,

it would forever garland my ring,

without feud, skirmish

while people will kill for people's sake

with anger, rage, revenge – I deem as far too fake,

borders, fences, minds will never cease to please

glooms in the brain, never to heave a sigh...

yet peace is just as much at ease,

never to perish

lost or won, with or without worth as it might be

me and my journey, relaxed and breezy

will live through the knot, forever bond and tie.

Truth falls in place

Even in the gutter or litter

I smile, I will to be, I glitter

Even in pages of differences and deaths

I ask you to live, my whiff gives you breaths

Even in the hands wheezing wrath, mayhem

The raging flame inside wills to write a poem

This is the truth, truth it is, this is!

Even words out of place, long to feel the breeze...

The womb

World is but a womb

Sentient beings travel deep inside

In comfort, born, only born, with pride

Begin, only begin to blossom

This unending journey, is a mystery to learn

That it is one; it cannot be lost or won

That lives in this space, can console the tomb.

Irrelevant

Words nest inside,

yearning for wings.

The sky invites,

provokes from within.

From the den, eyes behold the blue

so many times, yet so new,

what words want to write

ruffle, ripple, rewind.

No point, coming out in the air…

to show, what the spread had not yet seen!

The simmer’s on as it were

while words can imagine.

cœur

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cœur

sonne comme un hymne,
même flux,
même rythme.

La terre
palpite au-dedans,
lueur constante,
sans chute ni perdition.

La terre est cœur —
simple, limpide —
la sagesse y chuchote,
une chaleur fluide.

Tant que la Connaissance
bat d’aile et s’éteint,
eux, vivants, chantent ;
leurs romances ne prennent fin.

heart

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heart

sounds like hymn

same flow,

same rhythm

earth

throbs inside it

constantly glows,

without limit

earth is the heart, simple and clear

warmth of wisdom whispers in the air

As long as Knowledge knocks and dies in the wing

for life they’d beat, for love they’d sing

naissance

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sont nés les grains

afin d’engendrer des graines

dans la danse de l'univers

son maître, sans cesse

chorégraphie couches sur cette terre

comme ses semblables

dans les formes, tailles visible et hors

dans les lacs et ruisseaux

les rivières, les océans

montagnes, les déserts

dans les cieux

le lit le plus profond de la terre

points de congélation et brûlants

en bouts et bonds

des millions de moments

avec des points de silence et de son

voyagent

partout

au sein et au-delà des mains humaines

raisonnant l'existence du directeur

jours et nuits ébranlants

la naissance, l'accouchement et la naissance

partout

ainsi naît l'amour, pour se répandre

décès repeuplent dans le ballet

aucune perte, dans l'air merveilleux

se réjouit la naissance en fuite constant et stable

à la seule chanson errante qui se joue sur la scène

birth

seeds are born

to give birth to seeds

in the dance of the universe

its master, ceaselessly

choreographing birth on this earth

as his counterparts

in shapes, sizes visible and beyond vision

in the lakes and brooks

rivers, oceans

mountains, deserts

in the skies

the deepest bed of the earth

freezing and burning points

in bits and bounds
millions of moments
with dots of silence and sound
travelling

everywhere

within and beyond human hands

echoing the director’s existence

rollicking days and nights

birth, birth and birth

everywhere

thus love is born, to breed love

deaths reborn in the ballet

there’s no loss in the wondrous air

birth rejoices in constant and stable transience

in the sole wandering song that’s played on the stage

L'arbre

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L’arbre

Je suis un arbre au nom secret,
Mes fruits, mes fleurs — nul ne les connaît.
Leur goût vous trouble, il semble ailleurs,
Comme un soupir sans forme, sans couleur.

Je suis figé, pourtant j’aspire,
Mes branches voguent dans le zéphyr.
Elles dessinent, loin de vos pas,
Des cartes que vous ne lisez pas.

Mais vous vous posez sous mon ombre,
Où luit une clarté qui tombe et sombre.
Mon éveil glisse entre vos doigts,
Chute invisible, douce et sans voix.

Je vous confie, sans bruit, l’espace,
Un apaisement que rien n’efface.
Et comme tout arbre en silence,
Je vous rends à votre présence.

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