Jean-Louis Bouzou – Text Bubbles

At the crown, welcome a joyful spark of peace and wisdom, then let it flow through all your subtle bodies… At the third eye, refine and amplify your intuition, entering into dialogue with the unseen… At the throat, express each emotion to release it, then surrender to the flow of life… At the heart, radiate an immense sun of love—both received and shared… At the solar plexus, embrace and understand your emotions to cultivate confidence and serenity… At the sacral, create to give and beautify life… At the root, honor and cherish the vessel of the spirit…  

Last night, I found myself on a snow-covered forest path. Once again, I was struck with wonder at what I experienced. My body lay warm and still, far away — a hot water bottle between my legs, buried under blankets, drifting through the night — while I, in another form, laughed at the chill, delighted by that enchanting Christmas scene. Like a child, I scooped up snow, shaping it into balls and sending them flying into the glittering white silence. And as always, when happiness finds me, I long to share it with you. So I called out, hoping you’d appear in that lucid reverie… but you did not. Perhaps it was for the best — for had you arrived, you’d have been buried beneath an avalanche of snowballs, transformed at once into my dream snowwoman. 

— Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you… When I was young, those words used to irritate me… divinely ironic… How could I possibly be at peace when my life was nothing but suffering, when the whole world seemed to conspire against me to spoil even the tiniest drop of happiness I managed to salvage? A lifetime has nearly passed, with its both joyful and painful  experiences, encounters, and readings—teaching me, through harsh slaps and voluptuous caresses alike, notions that at first seemed utterly incomprehensible… and my gaze has changed, turning ever deeper inward… As we return to the center, the amplitude of the oscillations weakens… Today, my wounds nearly healed, my ego tamed, and acceptance and trust having worked their great cleansing, when I turn toward the past, I hear echoing in my mind: “All is forgiven,” and toward the future: “All will be well… forever.” Then the smile that, for some years now, has found a home upon my lips stretches wider, and… I find myself w...

After patiently—and often painfully—each of us, in our own way, untied all our inner knots during our many years of silence, what matters now is not so much seeing each other, but telling and listening, so that through the puzzle of our hidden lives, we may reveal the radiant image of who we have always been…  

A silence is a spontaneous creation. A silence is a smooth wall of infinite height. The surface of a silence is like a mirror. A silence raises question marks. Behind a silence lies the reason that created it. Sometimes one silence gives rise to others. The longer a silence endures, the harder it becomes for its author to break it.  

I no longer write down the dreams in which you appear… Lately, the way you carry yourself and the words you use reek of ego, so each time I leave you without the slightest regret, wondering upon waking what is happening in your life that makes me feel such disgust. It seems to me that today, the distance between us is more than just geographical…