The desert! The desert in its immensity,
The Language of Myths
Thursday, 22 May 2025
Tuesday, 20 May 2025
Monday, 19 May 2025
When the real is blurred I bring in a dream.
Watching it long though, makes it an abyss,
swirling waves which I cannot ride.
I want someone to dream with me for awhile
through the night, till the morning
when the night will fade
and with the night will fade the dream.
But I will not have been the only one to dream
My dream, my illusion, sparked another one to dream
I will not have been alone to dream;
Two dreams do not always make a reality.
They make parallel realities.
Saturday, 17 May 2025
A time before time, a life before this life.
You don't just exist; you carry the stardust in you.
A path that can't be predicted. They speak not out of fear.
A soul print. A soul remembrance.
Different, true. The shift. You are seen deep, beyond approval or cognition. You were not sent to blend
You were sent to illuminate.
Do not dim your light. A long undercurrent wave from another time.
A sacred chaos in the healing.
A world addicted to certainty cannot reconcile the weight of your mystery. Trust the light you carry.
An unapologetic Truth. Trust the clarity you always knew.
Fire and the snow; Sword and the light.
Not a story but a prophecy.
They may dismiss the light with sarcasm, subtle hesitation.
It is not about rejection but about resistance
Not meant to be explained but meant to be felt. The Truth that they avoid.
Remembrance, not memory.
Not rejection but a revelation.
Sunday, 16 February 2025
A Nonsense Poem
A random light,
a purple spray
on trees swaying in the dark.
A spruced up lane
showing the way
to a night that loses the barbs
under a moon,
speechless, dumb.
A random evening
beginning in a random thought,
a random streetlight burning bright
like a tiger' eye in the dark.
A lost letter from the alphabets
like the cat I lost which never came back.
In a random mood,
I speak of things with no consequence.
On some other random night I may come
to the random street
in search of the cat I lost
hoping that if I find the lost alphabet,
I may randomly find the lost cat.
Friday, 14 February 2025
The dawn, hiding in a mist, rolling across the sky and the sea,
and landing on the mountain crests,
Sunday, 2 February 2025
02-02-25
reaches the unknown ! Because he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone else! He reaches the unknown, and if demented, he ends up by losing the meaning of his visions, he will at least have seen them!