“Here we are, already and now, at this moment, in this existing situation, in a state of obviousness which enables us to still be standing and moving. These beings are my last-born progeny of a freed space.
From those heads escaped from fire, from the best of the tree remains a thought.
From this glass neck remains a fragility and a column stands between both thought and materiality.
These beings dressed with wheat sacks, corn sacks, life sacks at the service of our lives. As for our lives, filling, emptying, using, and with joy being overturned and illuminated with Light. This inner light which is given to any living being. Those opened sacks, torn between the heart and the bottom of the stomach, just at this specific location where strength spurts out. It is protected, filtered by a glass plate, a ustensil used to feed oneself. To attain and to be aware of the Consciousness of nourishment, essential to our Life. We look like what nourrishes us.
At last, these beings stand on a base which connects them to Earth and to the work of men : a plough disc, a farming tool as a root.
Their clothes have a few mirror spots ; without being narcissic, it is the link, the correspondence like a lighthouse at the end of the pier.
These beings, my beings have received everything, they have lived everything ; they are moving forward only in the Consciousness of the essential, in a serenity, in an austerity and in a deep relationship with this inner light, which is their only concept of healing. They came out of this poor duality : no more influence, beyond fear, personality which lead them to be connected, probably to the other ones and to something else.
These are « Dioms », half God, half Man. Simply exceptional beings with a great wisdom. They are in knowledge. Evertything lies in them and because they are themselves, they may be with the others.
They are in the Transfer. Poverty is the refuge in one another or the accusation of the other. They are Luminously Happy. Together in the field, in the sonorous wind.
Near the Tree with golden birds. They are at Peace.

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