Jean-Louis Bouzou – Text Bubbles

It’s not silence, and it’s not solitude… It’s everything we never managed to say… It’s every moment of happiness spent without you… And most of all, it’s that closeness, that deep sense of comfort and completeness I felt only when you were near—something I can neither explain nor find with anyone else…   I’ve overcome everything but this…

Last night, I dreamed of a world where the heart had won a total victory over the ego... The world's leaders were no longer narcissistic, arrogant, and bellicose monsters seeking the interests of their own caste, but humble, upright, and benevolent beings, dedicated to making their people as happy as possible. To achieve this, they bombarded one another with bombs and cluster missiles filled with gifts, seeds, and water, in order to sow happiness and color across the globe... And then, the alarm clock rang...

I long dreamed you would be my spring, chasing away—through the colors of your desire—the vast, intense monochrome winter in which I wandered… But it was I, becoming my own enchanted season, filled with the sap of “I am,” “thank you,” and “I love,” who made new leaves of multicolored joy sprout upon the bare branches of my days, melting the snow of the past…

Gratitude is the wellspring of Providence…

As consciousness ascends beyond ego, unity melts division… and sharing flows naturally.

As life unfolds, the ever-growing consciousness—ever yearning for wholeness—crumbles the ramparts of the ego.

Light flows from the heart; shadow, from the ego.

At times, I feel that every video I watch, every book I read, every encounter I have, every experience I live, and every dream that visits me is sent by a benevolent tutor, gently guiding me toward the understanding of divine love.

Silence is a polished surface.

I am the one who sings in the shower I am a poppy beneath the sun I am the one who whistles while walking I am the one who smiles at strangers in the street I am the one who receives a message from a long-lost friend I am glasses raised in laughter with friends I am the one who gives and receives small gifts I am joy.

Weariness is a shy, neurasthenic young girl whose parents form a rather dysfunctional couple: Hope, an absent father who finds his greatest happiness in the future, and Disappointment, a depressive mother who haunts the present, dragging behind her the black ball and chain of a decaying past... What a lovely family!

Sometimes in our lives, we face trials so intense that we no longer wish to express the colors, words, or melodies that bloom within us each day. Yet the surge of energy from our souls, brimming with love, cannot be permanently contained by the fragile, temporary dam of the mind, which eventually bursts forth under the sheer force of our creative beings...