Poetry
Les souvenirs sont des nuages
De pleurs
A qui le soleil donne les couleurs
De l'arc en ciel.
Jean-Pierre Chupin
When I set up this reiki website, I decided to include a few short poems which seemed to me to be in harmony with spiritual practice.
From there came the idea of gathering my poems and paintings into a book, highlighting the creative links between them and giving them a new lease on life. For me, this is just one more step forward on the path I have chosen to follow so the book should not seem at all out of place on this site.
I published the book at my own expense and can offer it here to anyone interested for €10 + €2.20 postage (€12.20).
To thank you, the readers of this website, for your presence, here is the first page of the book which I would like to share with you.
Je danse sur un fil,
Un si frêle asile.
Une ligne fragile
Qui s’élance dans l’espace, gracile.
Je glisse dans l’oubli.
Vertige infini,
Rayure du temps
Qui plonge dans le néant.
Je flotte dans le vent solaire
A la recherche de ma propre lumière.
Qu’un rayon d’étoile m’envoie un signe
Qui trace, de ma vie, une ligne.
