The tree
Meditation beneath the boughs: listening to the birds, withdrawal from the tumult, breath made still. A word of simplicity and presence.
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Living Notebooks · Poems · 6 min
To write as close as possible to what is surfacing, without always seeking to conclude.
Under the boughs of the tree in the resonance of green and yellow I listen, motionless, to the dialogue of birds Further off the rumble of vehicles carries its human freight from place to place I stand here my gaze wide my breath tranquil vagrant words passing by without holding me All is so simple for one who renounces within the vast game of the world A living, gentle breath has taken shelter in me for eternity
© Jérôme Nathanaël - 26 août 2021
Traduit du français par l’auteur.
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