“J’ai reconnu le bonheur au bruit qu’il a fait en partant”
Eros can take many forms
William Blake,being a sort of victim of the Industrial Revolution …..was a great poet,a great songwriter an activist,a philosopher a visionary.He have us beautiful books,paintings,ideology- and yet William Blake in his life was never appreciated.He had no real succes.He was often ridiculed .He died poverty-stricken,but he also died full of joy.He never let go the language of enthusiasm .So I try to remember now when I feel sorry for myself to give a little thought of William Blake.
Between living and dreaming
We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more. At birth we were awakened and emerged to become visible in the world. At death we will surrender again to the dark to become invisible. Awakening and surrender: they frame each day and each life; between them the journey where anything can happen, the beauty and the frailty
All the beauty in this world is wet with the dew of tears
Like a silkworm weaving
her house with love
from her marrow…
in her body’s threads
winding tight, round
desiring what the heart desires.
my heart’s greed,
and show me
your way out…
So here we sit, each of us. Some of us have been cut open before. Some of us have never truly been cut open. Each of us has a sweetness. Some sweeter, some less sweet.