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♪ Une forme étrange de poésie m’habite. Impalpable. Une poésie sans mots. Elle irradie mon corps quand je surprends un renard sorti soudainement des arbrisseaux que je fréquente. Le temps se fige, moi aussi, et je me rends compte combien les signes qu’ont inventés les hommes sont inaptes à capturer le théâtre quotidien du monde.… Poursuivre la lecture Impalpable

♪ I’m drifting on the shore of unknown universes. I have no clue of the meaning of time. Past and future feel like now. Now feel like forever. Though, my body is still imbued with past educational patterns. Those who tell you to become, those who scare you with safety, those shaping your reflection in… Poursuivre la lecture Drifting ~

This weekend I’ve read extensively the first chapter of Alan Watt’s Wisdom of Insecurity. I reminded me of a text I wrote in 2021. I share it here. We live in the illusion of a totally mastered world. This belief has insidiously influenced our education at early stages. It certainly entered in dissonance with our… Poursuivre la lecture Path towards intuition