Part A
A.1
Cradled dust speaks its name
Light dims to dusk
and dusk fades to darkness
darkness blooms at dawn
and dawn bursts to light.
And light dims to dusk...
Left ventricle
right ventricle
right lung
left lung
left kidney
right kidney
right ear
left ear
left hemisphere
right hemisphere
North East South West
All spinning
Somewhere – an axis.
But here – a distant and crumbling memory of an axis, a long time ago and far away.
Here – a memory forgotten by most, forgotten by itself,
buried 600 feet under swampy soil,
under an earthquake that leaves us unmoved :
as we have become the trembling ground,
as we are disassembled unaware of a former unity,
uprooted oblivious to any pre-existing roots ;
an amnesic tremor we are...
A.2
The lake is leaking
into no communicating vessel
We awake
to witness our world dripping dry
drop by drop –
haemorrhage underway
void by void
emptiness creeps.
Towers are built over deserts and marshes
Electric lights are defeating the night
Smiles are absorbed into screens
while armies gear up for battle -
and the battle has already begun.
Frontlines are already decimated
while officers drink tea with mourners' tears
- Too many souls lost at sea...
We scrutinise our neighbours
in search of whether we ought to fear them
Resistance is secretive
Resilience is unforgiven
Violence keeps on giving
what is there to do if not give up ?
And whatever we grip onto, in our downfall
is lost with us.
Consciousness – lost
selflessness – lost
awareness of the divine – lost
the axis – lost
A vertebra has broken.
A.3
I am learning to see
through dusk.
My gaze has trespassed through many sealed gates
before I knew that what they concealed
was emptiness.
Door after door,
curtain after curtain,
through thick haze
I dived into an ever growing void
and I felt that void shaking inside of me,
oozing out of my words
and my bland gestures.
I saw how it poured over like stale, sticky honey
between me and the other beings I was attempting to reach,
and how it formed a bond-proof aura around stray selves.
Diving deeper still,
I began to perceive a new, unprecedented colour,
a subtle shade in the landscape, unseen by novice eyes...
A sudden shade of beauty emerged through odd gaps within the darkness !
Glimpses of awe caught me unprepared, sneaking out of unsuspected interstices within the void...
Yes, under all these levels of loss
there was beauty.
It was there, somewhere amongst the countless coexisting layers of reality,
caught up in a bundle,
with everything else.
I asked : is there hope in beauty ?
Part B
B.1
The forest of our unawareness
is deep.
Its darkness is mingled with blinding lashes of moving, thick, grey ;
we try to understand a pattern, but the flashes always seem to appear in the direction we least
expect.
We tread over mushy rotten leaves while more rotten leaves fall upon us from the rigid treetops
above.
Above ? We are not sure where « above » and « under » are, or where each part of our body is in
relation to the others.
All our hopes are with our ears, who have morphed into monstrous auricles taking over our bodies.
Snaps, cracks, whistles, ghostly whispers, distant roars,
coming closer
and closer
Obscurity seems to be gathering into spectral masses,
unfathomable presences breathe their thick moisty breath onto our necks
sending sharp needles under our skin,
darkness is becoming more and more suffocating,
suddenly pierced by red dragon-like eyes.
Distant roars now morph into the heavy gallop of an oversized headless bull running straight
towards us -
We duck to the side,
our frail fawn legs tripping over slimy roots
dust crawls into our mouths
as we watch one of ours in desperate flight,
chased by wolves with no teeth -
one more blink -
We have now joined their furious pack, and in our gasping neighbour's yellow eye, finally we see :
a tornado of us,
the empty-mouthed wolves
rising from the ground
sucked up by one
immense
gaping
sabred
pitch black
maw
and...
B.2
Listen to me !
Can you hear me ?
I'm here !
For hours I've been calling !
For weeks and months I've been calling !
For years ! And since you were born
and when your grandparents were born I was calling already !
Can you hear me now ?
You don't know me but I know you.
You don't know me but I love you, whatever the harm you've done.
Something is happening, something made you pick up this time
now stay with me, stay with me
this is our last chance...
I am your soul
and my voice, the voice you are hearing now, is the last thread saving me from annihilation
let me speak and I will live
listen and I will live
and if I live, you will live
Part C
C.1
Every minute is a crossroads
here, now, you and me are the heirs of a billion preceding crossroads
and the protagonists of every crossroads to come.
The time is here, the place is now.
It is always now.
Every new minute comes with the power of making choices,
of giving fate a little nudge,
of learning, growing, of loving more.
Every tick on the clock is a wake-up call desperate to be heard.
Minds, awake !
Bodies, awake !
C.2
Let me flow into you
Let me be your pilot when the next minute comes
Let me show you what is real and what is not
Let me fell the forest of your oblivion
and give light to your bleeding eyes
Let me care for you
Let me care for your others,
for the wolves and the fawns within you
and the wolves and the fawns around you
Let me guard you against dangers within and dangers without
Let me make you human
amongst humans
amongst everything else
C.3
Inside – Outside
Left ventricle – right ventricle
Let me unleash your heart's knowledge
and the strength you didn't know you had ;
Right lung – left lung
Let me breathe into you
Left ear – right ear
let me teach you the language of love
Here – an axis unfolds
A revolving refuge
Let me speak and I will live
Let me do and I will live
Listen and I will live
and if you live, I will live
Let us speak and we will live
Let us do and we will live
Listen and we will live
And if you live, we will live.
Cradled dust speaks its name