Renaud Garcia-Fons - Djâni

Once, I knew a fine song,
—It is true, believe me,—
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, “Come back, little thoughts!”
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.

on happiness: for Alice

on happiness

happiness happens,

i wish you 

to be happy,

wish it for me

sadness is 

happiness lost

and pain

is nothing but loss

courage

is to live

accepting

what happens

humour

is to know

one's fragility

and smile

kindness

is to give

a smile

out of pain

happiness

is to give

a smile

with joy

love is

to meet

confusion

with embrace

laughter

is recognition

and release,

the same as tears

but true,

words are words,

there is no truth:

only this we do

to slay the dragon

to slay the dragon is bullshit.
we have to make them friends,
but when we want to do this
it is a task of love and requires more
courage than we usually have.
we have to go down, down in deep
dark places, we have to stumble
with watery eyes through the stench
and we have to stay fearless
when we see our dragon,
we cannot really talk to him or her,
dragons don't understand our language,
he or she cannot translate, he or she can perceive our voice
and our way of walking and smell our
essence, we can go and embrace him or her,
we cannot tame dragons, but we can make them feel
well with us.

maybe we can catch a ride, they are there anyway, dragons,
in all of us. we ride better with a friend.
for me, the myth means to live with the maze
of emotions in the light of consciousness
and human kindness.

no, love is not a toy sailing boat.

help me to break the circle

help me to break the circle

to untie the knots

my fingers are clumsy

and i slip on the ground

help me, Alice

or we will all

be lost and free

in nowhere

which is somewhere

where we don't belong

help me to be here

Alice, I cannot thank

you for your help 

in words and presence

but it is our knot

and task, i know 

help me, Alice,

i don't want to

cut it with a sword

i am so clumsy

i will just cut my finger

and my heart.

the truth of beauty, perishable but it grows out of itself