One has to start anew, to re-create, get rid of the old and let a
new possibility of life emerge. Real health is revival, it is the
life that creates itself every moment, without the grooves of the
past that limit and condition us. We can never know when the
time is ripe for a new possibility. It comes as a surprise,
uncontrolled, uninvited... A new dawn emerges. This is why
I chose to name my blog The Dawn Within. The Dawn Within
refers to the Light, or at least its first and shy expressions when
the mind ceases to be interested in its own productions or in
the objects of the world out there and turns within. The dawn
is shy - the light is coming but is not yet a full sunny day. It
is hesitating. The night is still lingering but the promise is here.
new possibility of life emerge. Real health is revival, it is the
life that creates itself every moment, without the grooves of the
past that limit and condition us. We can never know when the
time is ripe for a new possibility. It comes as a surprise,
uncontrolled, uninvited... A new dawn emerges. This is why
I chose to name my blog The Dawn Within. The Dawn Within
refers to the Light, or at least its first and shy expressions when
the mind ceases to be interested in its own productions or in
the objects of the world out there and turns within. The dawn
is shy - the light is coming but is not yet a full sunny day. It
is hesitating. The night is still lingering but the promise is here.
Alain Joly
I do not know where the fire comes from
It is hidden, ready to burst
A piece of ember under the ashes
It is hidden, ready to burst
A piece of ember under the ashes
When the flame has died out
The ashes are left,
Like a thick coat
Tenacious
Like a screed
The ashes are left,
Like a thick coat
Tenacious
Like a screed
It doesn't let anything pass
But the ember doesn't die
It remains there
But the ember doesn't die
It remains there
Hot
Waiting
Waiting
We sometimes need so little
A tiny stimulation
To remove one by one the grey leaves
Glued
Welded
Undo the uncanny order
Of all these withering years
A tiny stimulation
To remove one by one the grey leaves
Glued
Welded
Undo the uncanny order
Of all these withering years
It sometimes takes very little
To revive
Timid
Intact
This little piece of fire
That contains the ardour and madness of all flames
Of all rebirths
Of all cures
To revive
Timid
Intact
This little piece of fire
That contains the ardour and madness of all flames
Of all rebirths
Of all cures
