Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Doodles


Doodles

Eat, nap, eat, sleep
Sleep at night
Play the days
Fog, blue sky, rain
All pass painted by light.

Friday, January 05, 2018

Gratitude


Gratitude

So... My fingers got out of the rust. I put some oil on them, and they started running again. I had been stuck on poetry mode for the last 2 years (in french here). This was the time I came back to my natal country after a long 30 years journey accross the oceans and continents. Since back, all I wrote was poetry. Mind you, poetry is great, fast, efficient. In poetry I learned to erase any extra words. In poetry, I cut to the essentials. Poetry, as a form of hacking: the shortest, most efficient code. Yet, my romantic mind longued to align a few words in order to form a sentence. As the waves passed, the ship started to sail smooth, and sentences started coming back. Often, I was told: "you think too much". Of course I rebelled against this thought, and defended my position best I could. Yet, it was a corect diagnosis. "You have too much wind" said an old Tibetan doctor I went to see a few years in a row. "You think too much" he repeated. The 3rd year, I finally got an explanation to his diagnosis. "It's ok to think. But it's better to think of butterflies" the old doctor said. Now, if this seems like a simple truth, simple things are sometimes the hardest to implement in our daily life. 

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Down the road


Down the road

So many poems left on the way
Paintings and songs forgotten
Doesn't matter
All we got is now.

Museums, walls, libraries
Once upon a time they were
Taxes for the rich
Culture and yogourt.

Friday, December 01, 2017

Thangkas


"The mandala is a symbol of individuation.
The energy of the central point is manifested in the compulsion and the need almost irresistable to become what we Are."
C.G. Jung

Thursday, July 20, 2017

A day on a lake


A day on a lake
Green canvas
Silver blue reflects on the water
Vibrations laps
Flip flop to the rive
Silence of the trees
The wind to the leaves whispers
A few branches light up the night.

Friday, June 30, 2017

Stardust


Stardust

Some say it's all just time pass
Write a novel, break up atoms
Scratch your navel, make love
Sit in the park, laugh or cry
No matter what, the seasons pass

Friday, May 26, 2017

all is green, the children laugh


all is green, the children laugh

crickets, Debussy, flowers, colors
a walk through the woods, night is falling
a rail road track, a glass of wine
all is green

i heard, it's all time pass
sometimes sublime, others a killer boredom
a piano note, a singing bird
children laugh

where to draw the line between boredom and bliss
i don't know anymore
i learned to keep quiet
all is green

a beautiful day, another one
they pass as sand castles do
one day the tree is green, tomorrow dead
children laugh

In french here.