Jean-Louis Bouzou – Text Bubbles

Under the incessant and multicolored rain of awakening, I sometimes feel like deserting... forgetting that I must learn, understand, and accept you as a part of me... just like those doves with melodious wings that weave, mocking us, the lips of our hearts. What do the sands of days and the sea of time matter to those who bloom in their present and bathe their eyes in the beauty of the world. From now on, I know you are no longer the Salome of old, but my secret smile...

Is it due to my crossing of the dark country?… Nowadays, even my shadow shines… By learning to unlearn, I have found and freed the Child-God, cowardly abandoned and curled up in a blanket of forgotten dreams, from the prisons of the age of reason. His sibylline smile envelops my world in a bubble of sweetness, and the petals of his irises perfume my eyes with enamored stars. Insatiable, in crystalline laughter, he devours all my fears and transforms each of my fingers into a magician…

Breathing as punctuation – meditation   *   On the vacuity tree watching thoughts perch and fly off – meditation   *   Sitting silent and smiling – meditation   *   Meditation in the dark of night the light inside.