Welcome to my Inner World. I am a French self-taught artist, and these past twenty years I have made Norway my home. Moving to the Lofoten islands was the greatest present I ever made to myself and the Arctic landscapes are indeed a true treat for any artist’s eyes. I live with my British soulmate,… Continue Reading
I enter the sanctuary
And joyful splashes of bright light
Illuminate altars of leaves.
I am barefoot,
The waters trickle, trickle, trickle
And in my dizziness,
I hear fallen flowers on the ground
They call me Walking Tree
Tree tree tree…
WHO treads with a light foot
Amongst us, guardians of the Realm?
The trees open their ears,
Serpentine roots, intertwined
In the green light,
And with a swelling heart, slowly,
I open my palms to receive their wisdom.
In the ring, a tremor runs deep in the roots
As a single tear trembles
And sends all around sparkles of Magic.
With the mysterious smile that says all is well,
I am crowned.
Above the clouds,
I touch the sun
And golden fingers.
Below, a cocoon of clouds
With here and there a tear
Where in its dark intimacy suddenly
The breathing of that Great Being
I dreamt that the only solution for some children to go on an outing was to spend the prior night in my bedroom. 17 children in my tiny bedroom! 17! But we managed. Got up in the middle of the night to give more blankets to some girls sleeping on the bare floor but no one complained about the lack of comfort. I felt like I was guarding their dreams… I’m the true daughter of the Pied Piper ;-).Traduction ici
Where corals grow
While fish play hide and seek
A spirit gardener of old
Grabbed my hand.
With the sensual kiss,
The gentle tug,
Opened up the garden of delights.
In the breeze,
Their heavy scents rising to the moon.
The sacred fire in my heart
Still roams the paths of white sand
Swept by a caroussel of golden beams,
My own voice drowned
In a choir of loving fish,
Feel the tug, feel the rising kiss,
The longing in my soul
Is my offering.