Blog 6
Poetry of Coincidence
Coincidences are a way to get into touch with what science can't prove. Jed McKenna wrote in his book "Spiritual Incorrect Enlightenment": "Coincidence doesn't exist, what does exist is the pat on the back and the soft touch of an invisible hand". Something like that. Enjoy to be touched 
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Sea Of Soul
As waves are to the sea so time
is to the mind: moments come
and go, then come again, and if
we try to hold them, and cherish
what they offer they just go again,
but always something then is left
behind, not for the eye to see but
for the Heart to feel, and finally,
when we stop wondering where
all this is coming from, we are
ready to receive, our eyes then
open, as time is to the mind
and waves are to the sea, so
Love is to our Soul, eventually.
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Drifting
What does a cloud win by drifting there
on wings unseen, on what was uttered
in a silent voice, your Eyes still
hidden in the Night? What does a cloud
win by drifting there on wings unseen,
on a word,a murmer, your whisper from
afar? What does a cloud win by drifting,
drifting in an open sky, and only Sister
Moon to welcome this one homecoming sail,
since by its presence Brother Sun for once
obscured, cannot take part in celebration?
What does it win, and what is there to win?
O Lord, it is Your breath inspiring, Your
silent Word on which we drift, should any
army ask for our surrender it is You we
turn to, and You lift our sail, You make us,
make us drift on wings unseen, and homecoming
then, effortlessly, we wonder: what was there
to win? The answer then is drifting, drifting
there on wings unseen.
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Oceanic
Sometimes we hesitate between tomorrow and today, the burden of
a yesterday upon our shoulders as an ocean wave, too heavy
for a ride. Sometimes we hesitate upon that selfsame wave,
we hesitate, we linger, we listen to the wind perhaps there
is a message there before we drown in thoughts about
these waves that on and on roar through our heads
as a forgotten love, long, long forgotten but present,
each second coming, coming and again: you see
here face in front of you with every hand she lays
upon the beach a deadly kiss, but still this wind
is irresistible, is loud and clear and yet again
we hesitate, shall we then sing with her this
ancient melody, written in a thousand
pebbles on the shore? Sometimes we
hesitate between tomorrow and
today, the burden of a yesterday
upon our shoulders as an ocean wave,
but once the die is cast we fly, we sing, we
dance, we glide, no cold can hold us back,
this beach is ours and we meet our Love, we
roll and turn, become the Wave, her arms around
us, gently rocking, Her voice a lullaby we recognize
from first we entered, O yes, and here She is, for us only
for us, and up and down we go, we roll and rock, we shout
exhilarated we enter in Her curve, She is inviting us again,
again, Her wave a womb to live our lives so fast and faster
still until the winter carries us above the water, we have
wings and eagle like we leave the cave, invited by the
Sun as if we were a newborn Star, O yes, we shine,
we shine with our new Light years and years ahead,
beyond all hesitation found our Love, finally Home,
finally homeward bound and yes, this beach is
ours this ocean now our Home, and that is
all we have and all we need, there is no
hesitation in this moment because this
is indeed All we have, O, All we will
have, All we will have ,
and still will have
eternally.
(to Alban, Thomas, Julien)
Monday February 23rd 2009 Vieux Bacou, Biarritz Beach, France, Atlantic Ocean -
Womb
Enclosed I roam from star to star,
I travel endlessly, I whisper and
my breath unfolds behind me as
a vale, a shooting star, a comet
on its way and growing, growing
with each light-year passing by,
O yes, there is much pleasure in this
roaming , it is creation of a Master
Plan and still this roaming is
continuing, and when from time
to time I reach the boundaries of
my confinement, I feel a sudden
shiver, as if some unseen hand is
there to push me back, or could it
be the vale behind that keeps on
coming back, I wonder. So here I
am, inside and out, no matter
how the journey goes, there always
will be worlds to enter and others
then to leave behind, the roaming
will continue , on and on, no
ending, no beginning, so is the
roaming in the Womb of Being,
the cavern of His Master’s Plan. -
Seagull
What are we looking for, since what we
hope to find has always been at heart.
There is a seagull gliding proudly on
the breeze, waving, calling but we keep
on turning our own wheel of fortune.
How then could we stumble on a hidden
treasure if what we hope to find has always
been at heart? We have forgotten how its
beating was a steady compass even during
stormy weather. We have forgotten how
its silent drum never once let us down.
How could we not but tenderly accept
its offering? What are we hiding from?
Is it our fear to be discovered, to be
left uncovered by the wings of Love?
Then what we’re looking for is not our
heart’s desire, but only heart’s disease,
and to be cured we need to listen to the
seagull’s call. When we are looking for
that hidden treasure then the map is
here, we wrote it on the breeze, waving
calling, and you read it here. -
All Souls
I know that finally my soul will leave
this nest that once grew out of the fire
of Love’s call and like a bird then it will fly
into the night so gently touched while focusing
the turning point for a new journey
But when it meets the distant call of home
this soul of mine shall want no more
and shall into Eternal Presence settle down
and come to rest
Please wait...
