One wind

//One wind

One wind

Wind on my cheek, lightly, connects me with all it touches.
The thought of who, what and where escapes me, a falling star: I can never fathom it in numbers and names.
But in the blue evening, pink flowers burst behind the fading altar.
In the hurried clamor of trucks collecting trash, I hear my link to discarded multitudes.

« Le ciel: lien oblique m’unissant à ceux qui respirent sous son étendue; m’unissant même aux êtres à venir. »
Georges Bataille, Le Coupable

(« Sky: oblique link uniting me with those who breathe under its expanse; uniting me even with the beings to come. »)

By | 2015-10-02T20:06:02+01:00 juin 10th, 2008|Textes|1 Comment

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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.

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  1. big eyes 11 juin 2008 at 12 h 56 min - Reply

    i am all my ancesters and i am all my descendents

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