Mariage
Marriage
Passage
Desires
These ires
Satire
Sadly tires
Played pyre
Red lyre
Désirs
Des ires
Satire
Ça tire
Plaide pire
Pas sage
Carambolage
Mariage
Marriage
Passage
Desires
These ires
Satire
Sadly tires
Played pyre
Red lyre
Désirs
Des ires
Satire
Ça tire
Plaide pire
Pas sage
Carambolage
Part
The time has come to part
I let you penetrate my heart
I see the Dark from whence I ran
Primordial Dark from which I am
As I face those fears with heart
You are forever of me a part
Where to next do I embark?
Somewhere not yet on my chart
Parting only ever marks a start
Loving, what a wondrous art
Parfum
Par faim tu prends
Parfois tu donnes
T’as-t-on parfumé de fumier?
Rendre le fumier tout à l’heure
Ou le transformer en l’odeur
De plusieurs douces et tendres fleurs?
Ton parfum devient ce que tu donnes
Et non ce que tu gardes pour toi
Ta transformation commence quand
Parfum tu donnes
Parfois tu prends
Repeat
Life’s a show
Don’t you know?
Lives repeat
A while ago
Now a woe
So?
Repeat
Life’s a flow
See it go
So replete
Life will grow
If you know
Sow reap eat
Life’s a treat
May you know
Slow repeat
Yalla
Y’Allah
Je suis mortel
Ah, la Mort !
Allah y’a là
Lui déjà y alla
Si tôt déjà à moi
La, plus tard
Inshallah
À la Vie !
Au jour d’hui
Yalla !
En cette periode de l’année qui évoque la mort voici un petit poème la concernant. Je vous laisse y deviner les jeux de mots et sens possibles.
Y’Allah: expression arabe: “Oh mon Dieu !”
Allah: Dieu en arabe
La: en arabe le mot “non”
Inshallah: expression arabe: “si Dieu le veut”
Au jour d’hui: ancienne écriture d’aujourd’hui, tautologie signifiant “le jour présent”
Yalla: expression arabe: “allons-y ! en avant !”
Nahel
Salamalec,
Je m’en bats les’c
Ils ont tué mon frère ces fils de pute !
Pourquoi fermer mon bec?
Espèce d’insectes !
Un peu de respecte !
Moi j’suis un mec !
C’pétard il est impec.
J’peux tout brûler, j’peux tout casser !
J’m’en fous d’tes textes, ta bibliothèque !
J’préfère la discothèque !
Tes vitrines, tes règles de merde,
Tu peux aller t’les mettre !
Mon petit pénis érect il est plus grand que toi.
Moins que rien !
C’est quoi ta secte, ta république?
Cette chose publique je la nique !
Fais moi donc un chèque de quelques kopeks.
J’prends tes fringues,
J’brûle ta pierre,
J’encule ta mère,
J’tue tes gardiens.
Ces putains de fennecs !
J’oublie qu’il sont miens et comme eux j’deviens.
C plus si impec.
Ça pue les insectes.
Maintenant c ma maison qui brûle.
Mais qu’est-ce que j’ai fait?
Ouesh frère j’suie devenu quoi comme mec?
C toujours les autres le problème.
Sois circonspect.
Mais je veux du respect !
Réfléchis deux secondes.
Ouesh ton poème j’y comprends rien !
Parle plus simple sale bourgeois !
Si j’pouvais j’t’étoufferais toi aussi !
Ton verbiage n’est pas assez courtois.
Ferme ta gueule et donne moi de la justice !
La meilleure revanche ce n’est pas de réagir ainsi.
Canalise donc cette fabuleuse énergie.
Garde ton calme, et préserve la vie.
Gare à l’arroseur arrosé, il a de l’entrain.
Quelques gouttes de colère humaine distillée.
Une problématique universelle.
Ce poème a été écrit pendant les insurrections de l’été 2023 en France où un policier a tué un jeune Nahel. Cet évènement a été suivi d’émeutes et de destruction à l’échelle nationale.
Je le publie alors que l’Israël bombarde la bande de Gaza en Palestine. Ce n’est malheureusement pas chose nouvelle.
– Y’a une référence au fait que les étrangers et classes dites “populaires” sont souvent accusés d’être source des problèmes d’un pays.
– Les kopeks renvoient au conflit Ukraine-Russie persistant au temps de l’écriture et désormais au temps de publication, aux différents intérêts géopolitiques dans les conflits.
– Quelques éléments de critique vis-à-vis de la masculinité et ce qu’est un homme vs un garçon.
– Et d’autres petites choses pour ceux qui chercheront
See
You always thought
You are the light
Others darkness
Can’t you see it?
You are the just
You are the holy
You are righteous
Your cause is good
You fight for god
But they do not
It’s not your god
Full of the dark
Eradicate
Before their might
Intoxicates
Everyone
Especially
Your newborn babes
But in thinking
You are the light
And them the dark
As you try to cut it all out
You only fight with your shadow
It’s your darkness reflected back
As you try to isolate it
You find it deeply tied to all
That is, even you
For it is true
It is all one
Inextricably together
Even when you refuse to see
See, it is not all black and white
Songs of ice and fire are grey
Israel
From the land that flies the heart on it’s flag?
Would David approve?
We are but one under the stars.
Anahata
As two triangles meet, friction.
Though unity they symbolize.
A meeting of polarities unified.
The higher and lower natures at equilibrium.
The divine and animal natures in balance.
Anahata
How many times must we repeat?
Victims of atrocities becoming perpetrators?
An eye for an eye is of the animal.
Aurelius was right:
“The best revenge is not to be like that.”
Evolution is a boon, however, conscious it must be.
To become divine instead of believing you already are.
The mother doesn’t kill it’s child because it hit her.
Life wisdom.
Does it not hurt?
Yes. It hurts.
Not to return the blow looks weak.
Ego doesn’t like it.
But when to do so means death,
Abstain
Life wisdom
To be this way, you must fall
Your identities must fall.
Until you embrace them all.
This is the most painful of all:
To stay open-hearted though broken-hearted.
Rumi was right:
“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.”
Anahata
Anahata: also known as the heart chakra in yogic tradition.
The star of David is mainly attributed to Jews but is originally derived from the seal of Salomon, a symbol known in Jewish and Islamic mysticism and western occultism. It transcends religion and symbolizes unity.
An eye for an eye: an idea that goes back at least as far as Babylonian Law.
Aurelius: a reference to the 2nd century roman emperor Marcus Aurelius and his journal notes “Meditations”
Rumi: the 13th century Sufi poet
Le sien
Y mettre du sien
Sans regarder le tien
Ça fait du bien.
Je le retiens
Mais je crains
Sans de rien
Passer pour un chien
Puisque j’obtiens rien.
On y revient
Allez viens,
Voici le mien
Jusqu’à rien
Sans de rien: sans remerciement, sans reconnaissance
Passer pour un chien: ici plutôt passer pour un moins que rien
Jusqu’à rien: soit jusqu’à ce que je n’ai plus rien à donner, soit jusqu’à ce que je sois rien, soit jusqu’à la mort
Jaggi
Waggi
J’ai suivi
Puisqu’il suie vie
Depuis je suis vie
Jaggi: Jaggi Vasudev, aussi connu sous le nom de Sadhguru
Waggi: “celui-ci” en Kabyle
Suie: un néologisme jouant sur la suie, les cendres et l’idée de transpirer d’exuder ou de dégager une substance qui suggère une intensité sougeacente
Resist Dance
Dancing in non resistance
The wasp returns
As if invited
It just knows
As the fly knows death
It knows willingness
A test
How willing are you?
Will you let it dance on your skin?
Death insectified
Five spins around the wheel
of Adiyogi, Devi and the Guru
The little wasp greets you in Devi’s womb
How willing have you truly become?
Your arms? Your neck?
You spin around the guru as death walks around your eye
How willing have you truly become?
Resist Dance
The intensity becomes too much and you wave your little friend away
Come back again my friend
You teach me many lessons
This is resistance
From unwillingness to willingness
How to become an absolute yes to life?
Only by dancing
Je Suivis
J’ai suivi
Je te vis et je te suis
Tu as dis que je survis
Je le vis et je le fis
Puis j’ai cris de ma vie
Tu as dis tais-toi
Je le fis et je le suie
Tu as dis t’es toi
Je le vis et je le suis
J’ai suivi
J’ai survi
Désormais
Je suis vie
Croîs
Il ne s’agit pas de croyance ou d’observance
Ni d’obéissance
Ni de resistance
Un simple choix
Grandir
Franchir ces limites que tu appelles tiennes
Choisir non celles que tu appelles siennes
Simplement les vôtres
L’infini n’a pas de limites
Pour y toucher faut que tu t’vautres
Le jeu de mots entre les verbes croire et croître.
La tendance de vouloir changer les autres plutôt que soi-même.
Le consentement et le respect des limites de l’autre.
La suggestion qu’il faut que quelque chose de nous-mêmes tombe/change pour accéder à quelque chose de nouveau
Silence
Plans from memory do play
On the tapestry of my being
As i identify too small
With being, i do loose touch
At the thought
An open gasp
A nonchalant laughter
Being returns
Breath intoxicates the nostrils
Of one who ignored it so long
Still
Oh guru !
So still
Stiller than body
Anchored to the core
The mind making ripples
A taste of the depth
But body needs to pee
Can’t you let me be?
Still, but still body needs tending
O Partenaire
J’en attends de toi
Mes yeux t’ont vu maintes fois faire mieux
J’en attends point moins de moi
Rendre ces lieux fastidieux?
Ou bien les rendre merveilleux?
Un choix quotidien
Y mettre du sien
De l’odieux au mélodieux
Jonathan
J’en attends de toi
Mes yeux t’ont vu maintes fois faire mieux
J’en attends point moins de toi
Rendre ces lieux fastidieux?
Ou bien les rendre merveilleux?
Un choix quotidien
Y mettre du tien
Va de l’odieux au mélodieux
Ouradour
Ce village qui au secours cria
Englouti dans l’orage du Blitz
Où l’humain commis le plus moche
Brûlé tout entier, seul ses murs tiennent encore
Des cris cristallisés dans la pierre qui réverbèrent encore
Un supplice porté sous les regards de passants impuissants
Mon coeur ouvert marchant ses ruelles
En cette sainte amour, Ouradour cria
Reçue des oreilles d’un maître du kriya
Sa grace coula sur ces quelques pierres qu’elle toucha
Soulageant leurs cris avec un peu de douceur
Plantant quelques graines qui pourraient donner des fleurs
Fusion
As our bodies fuse
My logic sees two
Experience perceives one
Confused.
My mind won’t accept
Surrender i refuse
Yet lines keeps on blurring
Confused.
As your energies become mine
My mind refuses to become thine
Mind wants to choose
But there is no choice
It’s a helpless falling.
You work through me
Or is it me just bigger?
Or just beyond me?
Mind cannot grasp.
My likeness dissolving
In this creation
Deceptive devotion
In this motion.
Guru
Who are you?
What are you?
Mind cannot grasp.
Grace sowed through air
There goes my hair
That’s not fair
We’re now a pair.
Willing or not I still care
As identities tear
My life goes bare
Confused.
As energies fuse
Mind wants to choose
But there is no choice
It’s a helpless falling.
To notions of self i cling
Yet your energies push me beyond
And still i want to stay put
But something cannot stay still if i do
Confused.
As energies fuse
Mind wants to choose
But there is no choice
It’s a helpless falling.
Confusion with fusion
Will there come a day where i fully choose this fusion?
Dumbfounded
Founded in ignorance.
Dumb I survive.
Dumb and Dumber.
Who is the founder?
All I get is dumber.
The more you try the dumber you get.
And yet,
A cloud,
A gaze at the sky,
And Dumb you fall again.
Dumbfounded.
Too Dumb I’ll eternally be
Steeped in dumbness.
Someday I’ll essentially be
Dumb found dead.
Inclus
Si facile de se percevoir exclus.
L’important: Tu es déjà inclus.
Telle est la réalité.
L’impossible: Être exclus.
Si possible de se percevoir exclus.
S’identifier à son corps, à son mental, c’est fatal.
Et pourtant on ne peut plus banal.
Ton mental ne veut qu’une chose.
Être inclus.
Dissous les barrières que t’as construit sans le savoir.
Sors de ta cage protectrice.
C’est toi qui l’a construite.
C’est à toi de la déconstruire.
Une chaleur maternelle qui inclut.
Une froideur eternelle qui exclut.
L’un relache. L’autre contracte.
Un désire d’union universel.
Tout commence par toi.
Tout n’est que miroir de soi.
Inclure même celui qui ne t’inclus pas.
T’ouvrir à celles et ceux que tu n’aimes pas.
Inclure même le plus abominable imaginable.
Inclure même celui qui te crucifie.
Arriver à reconnaitre l’ignorance des autres.
Et quand bien même les inclure jusqu’au bout.
Que tu ais ou non des apôtres.
Je n’y suis pas encore.
En corps, je suis, doté de mental.
Ensuite, je suis, donné au fatal.
Si simple et si banal.
L’ardent désire d’être inclus.
Perçu exclus donc déçu.
Les autres ne sont pas comme moi.
Ne pensent pas forcément à moi.
N’ont pas forcément la foi.
Qui es-tu donc toi?
Inclus les donc.
L’essentiel c’est que tu croîs.
Ton guide est ta joie.
Tant qu’elle grandit t’es sur la bonne voie.
On today’s auspicious Buddha Poonami, that is, the full moon attributed to Gautama the Buddha’s Enlightenment day let’s talk about transcending boundaries.
There is a quote from Sadhguru that I love. It is also happens to be the quote I hate the most. It inspires me and it threatens me completely and constantly. It makes me profoundly uncomfortable. Yet I keep coming back to it again and again.
“It takes a completely different kind of consciousness and awareness to stretch yourself to your ultimate limit without anyone’s expectations. That takes something else within you. Right now you are not like that. You are only driven by people’s expectations. So let them expect bigger and bigger things from you. You manage the situations to the extent you can manage them. Some things will always be out of control, and the more things you get into, the more things will be going wrong in your life. But many more things will be going right also. The quality of your life, or the success of your life need not be measured in terms of fulfilling something. It needs to be measured in terms of whether you are giving yourself totally or not. What has to happen will happen according to your capability, the situations, and how everything falls together – many things are included in this. But are you giving yourself hundred percent to whatever you care for in your life? That’s the question.” – Sadhguru
I look at a tree, a bird, a bee. They are all doing their best every day. They get up at sunrise and do their best.
But me? Well… you know… so many excuses… so much comfort… so much…
I hate this quote because it tickles the exact point I don’t want to be tickled because I know that I’m bound to be uncomfortable if I indulge in this.
The best living examples I’ve seen of this are David Goggins and Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev. They are just fully on every day. I’ve also seen a several Isha Volunteers with this quality.
I love this because it challenges me to be my best in every moment of my life. To give everything I have. I hate this because I see how self evidently it is not at all the case for me. I rarely go to bed thinking today I have given everything I could. Yet I know from experience that when I do those are the most fulfilling days. I can clearly see I have not given my best every moment.
I hate this because I makes me realise how much I delude myself.
There is a tendency to self-flagelate. To self-punish because you aren’t where you want to be. Because you aren’t doing whatever standard you are striving for. Yes, you don’t have to do that shit. But if you do, let it become fertiliser for your growth.
I hate this because it shows me how much I rely on others in order to act. Your friends, lover, coworkers, people in society aren’t holding themselves to such a standard of excellence. Why the hell would you? Why put yourself through such a demanding standard every moment of your life?
That is the fundemental question.
That single question will come up and challenge the slightest discomfort in your life. “WHY.” Three letters that can unravel most minds and make you quit.
Why indeed?
Because you’re gonna die. Yet another truth most conveniently set aside by most. Yes, you are going to die. No question about it. It is the only guarantee in our little life, on this little planet, somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
Why not see what the hell you’re capable of before that inevitable fate happens? Why not see what you’re capable of giving before you die? Oh, wait, but you want something in return? Some form of compensation? Some insurance? A reward perhaps? No such thing. Only death. And perhaps the knowledge of whether you gave it all or not.
You want people to see all that you have done? You want praise? Appreciation for your actions? How many more things are you expecting before you give?
What if you are given absolutely nothing? Or just enough to survive? Would you still give your best? Will you still give your best?
And also that list of conveniently never-ending excuses:
Yes, all that may be true. But can you still give yourself and be your best? Squeeze every drop of life out of your system before you die?
Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps. Let me think about that. I’ll let you know. Maybe tomorrow…
Comfort or Excellence?
Can you strive for excellence without imposing it onto others? Can you be an example rather than an empty preacher?
Remember, you become what you give. You do not become what you keep. It is also 100% guaranteed you will die.
Why not go out burning bright? Or do you want to die stifled, crippled, depressed, full of unexpressed life?
To Burn and go out like a Fireball. Or to wither away… life unexpressed.
The Need That Goes
The need to go.
I went there.
The need to know.
I got there.
Now, I am here.
Rowing, running, studying.
Money, Love, Happiness.
Italia, Australia, India.
Tempest.
In pleasure or pain,
In heaven or hell,
Still, I am.
Sadhana works its magic slowly.
Slowly the need to go weakens.
I am here. Fully here, accepting.
Married, carried, buried.
Still, I am here.
Formless yet ever present.
When I touch it,
When I touch myself,
My Aha!
There goes a tear.
And another.
Now another.
Maya is clear.
For I am here.
This morning I woke up and wanted to continue sleeping. I was awake. My body had had enough sleep. But my mind wanted to stay in bed and sleep.
I wondered: Am I trying to be a Sleeping Beauty?
I recently watched Sleeping Beauty for the 3rd time in my life. This time it was different. The first time I watched it as a kid. The second time I watched it out of curiosity to see if I still enjoyed the classic. This time I watched it conscious of the archetypal story and the underlying symbolism.
It’s a classic representation of parents trying to overprotect a child from the forces of evil in the world. The king and queen decide to celebrate the birth of their daughter Aurora, and invite the whole kingdom conveniently excluding Maleficent – the personification of Evil.
Maleficent, uninvited, nevertheless shows up and casts a deadly spell on the child. Sleep and unconsciousness is chosen over facing the realities of life. The parents choose to shroud their daughter in ignorance so that nothing ever happens to her. She is consequently isolated from the world.
Aurora eventually fall in love with the first man she sees. Inevitably the maleficent forces happen as you cannot suppress them. The princess falls asleep and drifts into unconsciousness that can only be reversed by true love’s first kiss.
The prince gets trapped and wants to see his love. He needs to face his fears. He needs to go though the hero arch and face the dragon with the sword of truth and the shield of virtue.
Once the forces of good triumph over the forces of evil, the veil of unconsciousness is lifted. Now the prince and princess can marry. The story ends with them dancing at their wedding, Aurora wearing an alternating pink and blue dress.
All of this unfolds in a couple minutes on the screen. There are many ways to look at this story. Fundamentally, as all good archetypical stories do, it depicts our human experience, and how the mind functions.
The masculine and feminine principles are respectively incarnated by Phillip, the prince, and Aurora, the princess. The protector aspect is incarnated by the parents of Aurora. The magic of life is incarnated by the 3 fairies, Flora, Fauna and Merryweather. And of course the destructive aspect of life is incarnated by Maleficent.
How many times do we avoid situations with sleep? With unconsciousness? How many times do we avoid life?
Logic favors overprotection and avoidance. But you can’t avoid life. You can’t avoid death either. You must face reality. Many times this will take courage. There will be many challenges. In the end, truth and virtue always prevail. The masculine and feminine principles can only dance and unify if you have the courage to wake up and face the world.
And so there I am, in my bed, pondering if I’m acting like a sleeping beauty. I know what I need. I know I want to get up. But I’m still drawn to stay here in my bed and sleep.
That’s the whole point of the story. Simply get up and face the world. No need to plant more seeds of unconsciousness. The birds and bees are already going about their day.
Get up sleeping beauty…
Fireball
You fireball yearning for peak intensity
Pyre of vitality
You defy gravity
Unusually called for the urn, you confuse
You fireball of vitality
You all consuming propensity
Your heat dissolving density
Where birth and death fuse