The night is stormy. 

I can see a couple 
thunderstorm clouds
rolling around the lake. 

I sit on a rock
by the lake
have some tobbaco
and a song 
with the wind
with the waves

ZamaZame Zaye
Haye haya Hey
ZamaZame Zaye

In the tippi 
I feel protected, 
the sound of the waves
crashing on the rocks

        -o-

Do you want a drink?
wind enters the house
her paiting fell
a few broken cups

A sign?

I am tempting
I am tempted

I have nothing to loose
I have everything to loose

How to navigate
when I don't know
the desitnation

When too much restrain
emotions and tension arise
When I let loose
fear of the destination

What to follow?
The void 
is always welcoming 
The tension 
of the passion
not only charming
but with more 
ressonance

I fear 
of getting lost
in that path
which could also
lead me 
to liberation


The divine comedy continue
reality keeps on changing
Shifting like molasse
in a typhoon

A meditation with Eric Baret
He talks about fantasy
The fantasy of the mind
What we experience everyday

He knows and name it
Live the fantasy
it's just a though

Like a tension 
in the body
the fantasy 
dissipate 

Did he say more?
I couldn't tell

I asked him if we can dance
instead of sitting around

We practice slow
but we can go fast
Sitting, Dancing, 
Walking, fucking
it doesn't matter.