Thursday, 22 May 2025

  The desert! The desert in its immensity,

With its great voice, its wild beauty;
Its peaks touching the earth, its savannahs, its waves,
Cataracts rolling beneath deep forests;
Its thousand noises, its cries, its muffled roars,
Gigantic concert of all the elements!
The desert! The desert! When the eastern dawn
Rises, and makes the treasures it displays shine:
When the fragrant bud of the magnolia
Opens under the kisses of some beloved insect;
When the flowering vine, fragrant labyrinth,
Enfolds the palm tree in a loving embrace;
And when, rejoicing beneath these light panelings,
Living carbuncles sing the hummingbirds!
The American desert with all its graces,
When no mortal trace remained,
And with its great woods, its waters, its gold mines
It offered itself to Columbus' gaze, still virgin.
Ah! who has not dreamed of this beautiful nature;
Who would not have wanted to leave this world of imposture,
This world where every great heart ends up degrading itself,
To run to the desert, alive, to bury itself?
To seek in the Eden of Paul and Virginie
The ineffable happiness that the earth denies,
A vow of peace and love conceived by every heart,
And which vanishes, alas! always disappointed!
This is often my dream
In these moments of profound boredom.
Where despair, like a sword
Remains suspended on my brow.
The desert, the desert calls me,
Why these chains on my steps? Traveling birds, on your wings
Why don't you carry me away?
My numb soul needs
A new world to explore;
It needs an enlarged sphere
For the poet who is about to die!...
I hope you like this poem.
Sleep well, dear Sushama.
Françoise
PS: a photograph of the desert in the volcanic island of Lanzarote

Tuesday, 20 May 2025

 Sing to me ye angels blue,

sing of the mystery of sky,

each constellation a home of stars,

so far, so close to the heart of this night

which you have brought down

into the enigmatic silence of the universal angst.

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.