Stories from 2021

Ask any family!

Frightening or gentle,

each would have it's own story to share,

no one was spared.

It was the year 2021.

Untimely

It was the year 2021,

when gasping for Breath,

we breathed our last,

so many of us,

left Untimely...

Qui suis-je ?

 Suis-je un reflet

de toutes mes pensées,

de toutes perceptions

qu'on a de moi,

d'attentes que 

tout le monde a?

Suis-je un reflet

de tout le travail

que je fais,

de toute créativité

qui demeure chez moi,

des reves qui

s'abritent dans ma tete?

Suis je

mon esprit,

mon corps,

mes sensations,

mon coeur?

Qui suis- je?

#reflexions #lapoesiefrancaise #jesuis #quisuisje #

Transition

In the book of my life, 

you are engraved as 

2020.

In the dark,
don't be afraid,
reach out for my hand,
you may not be able to touch it
but move a little ahead,
gradually and eventually
you come towards the light,
Do you even need my hand, now ?
You needed it not at all,

not even in the beginning. 
What you needed 

is within you.

Spirit from the past

 

Of the experiences from the past, 

I shall revive the indomitable spirit of the explorer;

Of those from moving ahead, 

I cherish the wisdom that came about with time

Illusory world

 We set out on our own path

laid in front of us;

making choices, 

facing consequences, 

falsely taking others as partners or allies,

forgetting that it's one's own journey :

one treads alone. 

Illusion is what we live in,

illusion of having friends and family

who support, love and care;

One is alone, 

in one's endeavors, 

one's reactions, 

one's responses,

one's journey.

Enlightened are those 

who have freed themselves of the illusion

that is this world!