Jean-Louis Bouzou – Text Bubbles

I have a new friend in my life… He’s not really that new, but I had never noticed him before, as he knows how to make himself invisible, silent, and to act through things and beings… Beyond these qualities, he is humble and oh so telepathic; he knows everything about me, anticipating even my slightest material or spiritual desires—to the point that it is only after each of his actions that I become aware of his presence by my side… Since we met, I have never smiled so much nor uttered the word “thank you” so often. I believe that since the dawn of time, some have called him… Providence.  

Even though I was already well on my way in my quest, I must admit that this connection was like a mainsail in this inner journey—but today, it is high time to furl it and drop anchor…

Would you truly welcome a world where everyone mirrored one another, where everything drifted toward uniformity, where all was dictated and corrected according to the whims of a select few?… In order to have, would you give up being? No?! What I saw in you when we first met—the very thing that changed me—you have forgotten, tucked away with your childhood in the attic of your life… Cast off your masks and your armor! Set yourself free! Become again who you truly are beneath all those layers of social convention… Let your branches and leaves grow wherever they wish… Rise toward the light—you have no need of a stake to hold you up… Roar, let your claws grow! Rediscover your words and your vivid colors! Be yourself. Love yourself.

Without any addiction detached from everything and everyone sovereign of a kingdom reclaimed by the heart and adorned by love Eyes closed the gaze turned inward  upon vast forests rolling with smiles and laughter in the bright and carefree colors of a childhood rediscovered.

There comes a day when solitude with its walls of silence once a prison becomes a refuge.

I don’t feel well… I had the feeling it wasn’t coming from me at all, but from you… I’ve just learned that you lost your father. All I can do is send you my thoughts, though I would so much rather tell you in person that, even though the death of those close to us takes a part of us at first, it also allows us to discover and nurture a space—long hidden in the shadow of our loved ones—that gradually leads us toward more light, growth, and wholeness…

At night, you often find your way into my dreams… I remember one time when, like curious, wide-eyed, and laughing children walking across the rooftops, we had fun spying on the world below. Is it because, besides being my mother, you were such a close friend? I couldn't say… But the fact remains that when I wake up, I feel neither abandonment nor melancholy… I simply smile to express my joy and gratitude, realizing that death is no match for love…