Faith

Even a whisper
Would damage the delicate wings
Upon which she arrives,
So easily she is lost,
Being formless, being vagrant.
Settling from a stilled breeze
She peers always from a faint glimmer
In darkness.
I breath her in.
I must,
She is all I have.
It is she who bore me now to be
And who shall be my embrace into death.
Silently, in solitude,
She sclupts the universe
Of a fragile wonder.
I breath her in.
I must,
She is all there is.

Darin.

Il était une fois un Mantra mêlé d’altitude.

Once upon a time a Mantra steeped in altitude.

佛珠手心，手珠佛心

 A Children's Tale

Jade Hill

Once upon a time a girl child named Li Na born on the other side of heaven, a land of legends where the fragrant hills pierce here and there the ancestral mists.

She was always smiling and fearless and full of life, though, since her childhood, the little girl was dealing with loneliness to approach the infinite and magical universe of silence.

Attracted by this mesmerizing New World, she took refuge more and more often by listening to the thrilling calls.

As time went, little by little the brightness of a magnetic peak came subtly to her eyes and straight away the child of silence had the intimate sensation of its reality; somewhere in the abode of snows beyond the Hidden Valleys and myths.

It would be her Crystal Mountain, and one day she would leave into her direction…

At the other end of the earth, a pretty secret kid named Nima was wandering in the same way through the mysteries of silence; carried away by the strange harmonics where from he seemed gather his own breath.

The kid lived next to the slope, a kind of camp like a lonely nest of stone and wood.

Such a place, almost imperceptible, perched on anonyms heights and distant enough to question its own existence.

Nature was here something fragile, moving, pure and sensorily austere, most often rough almost threatening, though ethereal.

In roaming on his line of shade, the little boy was tacking to the confines of himself, still miles away, crossing the surrounding trees as arrows defying the sky.

At daybreak, he was climbing noiselessly the hill and from the top, the dawn waited for him to convey its whole intensity.

The child of the dawn was living on the hill and the hill lived in him.

In the middle of winter the girl of silence took the road, alone, eyes wide open toward her crystal dream, with just few wools in her backpack for the coming cold.

Nothing would be as before, and her life would take an unusual turn.

Nima had left everything too, the hill, his family, his country; he had taken the road of the sun,  his wild eyes scanning the heights and their unsurpassed lights

Both climbed the rugged Himalayan slopes on ageless trails and one sunny day, their path crossed themselves at that precise spot where altitude seems to be able to raise the dreams.

Even if their cultures were differing one from the other, they were sharing the only worthy idiom, an innate language which does without words.

Li Na was writing a diary, using some sublime characters, unheard-of poetry and mystery and in the glimmer of a candle, the kid was looking at her, silent.

It's together that they reached the highest point, and in a dizzying light, the crystal mountain appeared prodigious to their stunned eyes, as cleansed by the efforts.

A twilight horizon was opening to them a divine path and they would go hand in hand to the conquest of their destiny.

To be contined…

Les mains

Hautes

Insolentes

Et sous la course du soleil

Elle allait

Marchant

Vers son ciel

D’amnésie.

Dear   瑜妤

The camber

Like a mole

Crossing the dark

There was a pole

Boundless tones

From body shoals

The loss of the face

Instinct and Death

In a wild point

Mystery

The brightness of silence

To see

Fragments of a confuse creature

Haunting his lungs

Crystal at the end of her dreams

Dark blue in a tear

Gravity and Grace

In a white clot

Eternity

To be continued...