Thursday, November 12, 2015

12,November ,leaving for Vermont

Eros can take many forms
Sometimes it can be slow,
subtle and indirect,
building quietly
without anyone even suspecting.
Sometimes it can come to you

John Donohue

Sunday, October 25, 2015

25 October ,2015 back home in Quebec

William Blake,being a sort of victim of the Industrial Revolution .....was a great poet,a great songwriter an activist,a philosopher a visionary.He have us beautiful books,paintings,ideology- and yet William Blake in his life was never appreciated.He had no real succes.He was often ridiculed .He died poverty-stricken,but he also died full of joy.He never let go the language of enthusiasm .So I try to remember now when I feel sorry for myself to give a little thought of William Blake.

Patti Smith,
M Train 

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Thursday, October 15, 2015

15 October 2015,Terra Nova,Gros Morne


We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more. At birth we were awakened and emerged to become visible in the world. At death we will surrender again to the dark to become invisible. Awakening and surrender: they frame each day and each life; between them the journey where anything can happen, the beauty and the frailty

John O'Donohue

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Thursday, October 1, 2015

1 October,2015 return from France

Like a silkworm weaving
her house with love
from her marrow...

..and dying
in her body's threads
winding tight, round
and round,

I burn
desiring what the heart desires.

Cut through, O lord,
my heart's greed,
and show me
your way out...

O lord white as jasmine.

Akka Mahadevi

Friday, September 11, 2015

12,september 2015,Olderbekoop ,The Netherlands

So here we sit, each of us. Some of us have been cut open before. Some of us have never truly been cut open. Each of us has a sweetness. Some sweeter, some less sweet.

Forgot to note who has written this ,but so beautiful