The infinite is in the details.
Every morning, I remain at awe that it is so close.
The smile of my son as he enters the kitchen,
the delicate aroma of the lavender sprig on the table,
the sun’s rays gently moving across the floor.
Inspiration: the details you see in silence and with humility.
Think and analyze with parsimony.
“Why?” has no answer.
Grace is everywhere.
In the slow rise of the moon, no matter where you are.
In a blade of grass, in the tenderness of your gestures, in your daily bread.
No need to worry — from dust you rose, dust you shall be.
Grace is not fussy.
Accompanying music: “Song of the universal” by Ola Gjeilo, listen here.
Inspiration: “Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” – Ash Wednesday, reminding us to be humble and joyful, always joyful.
I carry silence.
It is as light as a cloud,
it can disappear at any time.
Je porte en moi le silence.
Il est léger comme un nuage ;
à tout moment, il peut disparaître.
As the evening gently ushers in the night,
I remain baffled at the continuous quarrels of mankind
amidst the silence of the stars.
Inspiration: New Year, peace, silence.
Sur la grande avenue, crachin de Décembre parisien, froid et éparpillé par le vent.
Bruit incessant des voitures sur les pavés mouillés et soudain, une mince clairière de silence.
Puis les voitures reviennent.
Inspiration: Paris en un jour magnifiquement gris.
Awake before the sun
I remain still under the feathered blanket
my thoughts galloping through the vastness of silence.
Inspirations: dawn, winter.
It is cold.
The flame of the candle shivers in the dark.
The Japanese incense releases its delicate fragrance.
I tighten the châle around my shoulders.
The window frames a dark sky.
The moon is a thin bowl,
and Venus shines beside it.
It is very quiet,
the moment utterly serene.
I anticipate nothing.
Inspirations: morning meditation, silence.