Poetry

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In the living breath of golden light, I stand and smile, rich, full delight. I forsake my sight for sound and feel, Revelling in my musical meal Of winds sweet susurrus, Caressing with the barest touch. My body a solid,... (More)

A sculptor's hands shape the empty clay. It starts by an asking, what shall I say? What story to give form To this swirling grey storm Of potential. Is the story of import? Or will the nature Shine in glory... (More)

Home is inside myself. Home is listening to my stomach when it growls. Home is devotion to the itching ache in my heart. Home is the security of inner knowing. Home is the relaxation of stretching when I feel tight,... (More)

Le rideau Quand nous aurons grandi ensemble, Accordant nos pas, Nous marcherons ensemble sur le même chemin. Au-delà des barrières, Là où l'égo n'a pas trouvé sa place, Nous laisserons libre-court à l'amour. Nous finirons la danse Jusqu'à la tombée... (More)