The prophets are leaving

Can you hear them? The prophets are leaving. They have had enough. The mountains no longer go to them, no…

I have no roots

I have no roots. I am just a discarded branch on the soil. I don’t mind you see. With the…

Ansari – Fall in love

“Fasting is a way to save on food. Vigil and prayers is a labor for old people. Pilgrimage is an…

We walk around blind

We walk around blind. Blind to the infinity at our reach. The small flower opening on the side of the…

Not a trace

A flock of birds flies north. Two tired bees buzz near the blooming lavender. A cloud, mindless. The last ray…

Éventail

De nulle part, le vent arrive doux le matin. Il me réveille. Je ne sais pas quelle est la saison.…

Lui Shou Kwan 呂壽琨

“Dwellings Among Hills” (1961) by Lui Shou Kwan 呂壽琨 (Guangzhou 1919 – Hong Kong 1975). Lui Shou Kwan was an…

Rumi – “Quietness”

“Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side. Become the sky, take an axe to the…

The chrysanthemum

Long after all the flowers have faded the chrysanthemum blooms alone. Under grey skies, amidst the first frost, its petals…

The sea and the desert

The sea and the desert are one. Vast expenses reflecting the skies’ immensity where souls can only but reach mystical…