©Crédit photo : Collection Jardins par Claude Menninger

The Field 

The grounds are clear

I dug

I dug

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Rambled

Crawled

Washed

Washed myself

To the bone

Stones

Pebbles

Roots

Sticks

Worms

Wrecks

And teeth

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I learnt

To cherish

All I encountered

On that lonely cruise

To make me vanish

I was fool

I loved it

----------

When people say

You are

You know

YOU is

I dived

In the underneath caves

The underneath caves

This space where you have no breath

No breath

And it slowly came

Slowly

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This light,

This fire

That granted

I survived

THE field

So many times

I dreamt

I could lean over

These mountains

Caress my skin

With all this green

Sleep over the trees

My body stretching

Over the Earth

As on a soft pillow

Not even born

But just giving birth

How many times

Did I taste this water

Did I print my foot

On the earth

Did I draw my soul

On the sand

Happy to have the waves

Swallowing me

Dissolving me

Quasi instantly

I've always been afraid

Of words

Of stories

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My territory lies

Where words finish

Where they vanish

That slight interstice

Where silence

<Above All>

Where silence

<Magnificent>

Where silent talks

When it speaks

Sometimes squeaks

Or even panics

Yet

I love the sounds of nature

The scream of howls

The way they stare

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I love the sounds of cows

Of deers

Of birds

Of sheep

And bears

<The Field>

The field is wide

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I see your light

Sun and shadows

Written on the walls

It speaks

It shouts

It sings

Soul

Abstraction

Is the only

True,

Vivid

Horizon

A deer crossed the field

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Maybe cause

You were

Singing, praying

Maybe cause

You were

Dying, sinking

This deer

My dear

This deer

Shows

This deer

Knows

My dear

A light run

Eventually,

A light run

And you reach

The sun

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Tell me

Where have you been?

All these years

You were searching

Searching

As I was leaving

Quitting

My old skin

BUT

But what,

What were you doing?

Building that field

That ideal

That projection of the unreal

Yet

THE only proof

We are living

HOW

How could I dare

Sharing a square

Of that crazy

Beautiful land

This space of wonder

This space where life opens

Where death begins

Where love embrace

Time

And

Space

<This>

This open church

Church

For our souls

Souls

To lay down

Down

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Make love

Love

With both the sky

Sky

And ground

Ground.

THE FIELD.

8.11.11(to the artist R.Lipsius and his L.O.F)

3 mushrooms and a violet

It looks like we can wait

(Wait)

This morning

I found

3 mushrooms and a violet

The skies were crisp

The grass was green

All well rounded

Is it by chance that I have been ?

You know,

I started talking

Only because I sensed

That you were listening

3 mushrooms and a violet

In THE field

And as Fall begins

I feel Spring

Already shooting

  31.10.11