Jean-Louis Bouzou – Text Bubbles

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…

I do not lower myself—that would be hypocritical—just as I do not raise myself, which would be quite pretentious. I simply express my inner states: wonder, gratitude, joy, sadness, dreams, desires… Through the royal blue channel, consciousness speaks to the self…