Gone with the old...in with the new....

No more "Au boulot".
The blog has been renamed.

Jeudi, le 27 mars 2008

A tiny voice had whispered in his ears – “this is the spiral staircase that leads to the secret you seek.”

He looked upon the magnificent size of the staircase. The stairs spiraled upwards, seemingly unto infinity.

He had started climbing a long time ago. So long, that he had forgotten when he had chosen to undertake this fractious task. In the beginning, his youth and energy drew confidence in him, so much so, that he knew for certain he would one day reach the end of this spiral staircase. He climbed with zeal, never losing sight of his aim.

In his many years of climbing, his efforts were applauded. However, eventually, the people grew tired of following his feat, and started ignoring him. But, he never gave up climbing. Tiredness prevailed, strong thoughts of giving up crept upon him, but never losing sight of his goal, he persevered.

It was now many years since he’d been climbing and his efforts had become mechanical.

One day, he suddenly stopped and took a moment to think, and he realized he had now reached a point of forgetfulness. Why was he climbing? What was the point? What was he proving? To whom?

For the first time, he decided to sit down on one of the steps. He liked the feeling. He thought to himself “I will make this my resting place for a while”. As he made himself comfortable, he grew to like this new experience. He decided to play a game. He would use one step as his resting place, another step to do something creative, another one as a leisure step and yet a few others where he could maybe discover something new about himself or his surroundings. He decided to decorate the steps according to the themes he had given them. And thus he started to play the game. He invented different kinds of people, things, animals… he created obstacles that he and his fellow invented entities had to cross over. He grew to love this game, and in due course, lost himself in it.

Eventually, he lost complete vision of the spiral staircase and could only see the steps of the world he had created. He had produced a routine for himself which now met his much fewer needs.

As he grew older, he found himself confiding to only one or two steps, as he sensed a lack of energy in him. And finally, he settled for one single step. In this step he breathed his last.

The soul of this now frail corpse was released; in its release, it witnessed every detailed events of this man’s life. The soul then flew across the spiral stairs upwards and swished passed every steps of this secretive staircase. As it reached its end, it caught a momentaneous glimpse of a bright shining soothing light that transcended on everything it surrounded, including itself;

And then, the soul joined a unity of souls and found itself being attached to a billion of them vibrating in insurmountable energy.

A last independent thought crossed the soul just before it attached itself to its unified force. “Give me one more chance, next time I’ll reach the end”.

This thought metamorphosed into power, and the soul experienced an invigorating force within.

As the soul found itself attaching to the other souls, it simultaneously felt like it was being detached once again.

And suddenly, it found itself in a dark place being converged into an embryonic shape.

Samedi, le 22 mars 2008

The sun resting on my lap
Its bright face kissing me gently
Where only the shiniest ever lay
Their smile offering
Warmth in welcoming
They don’t ask why
Because they don’t know
As I don’t know
We just lay and smile
In the evergreen surrounding
All is good
And all will ever be good
In my land of lands
The land where I close my eyes
And dance with the brightest star

Vendredi, le 14 mars 2008

A hamster in search of a dumpster
Polygamy for the carefree
Hybrid reaction after a late night
Drunk at work
A smile for the purgatory
What’s good for you?
A beer on its way
The lady wobbles
Crawling under your skin
The fringe on your hair
Dancing with the sky
Walking the waltz
Superimposed nail
Wet wood
A scrawny fellow
With a bagpiper in hand
Today only itself actually
Say what, say what?
Don’t you want a taco?
The light switch is not working
Hungry for its sake
Supreme gesture
Heaven below
Reminiscing the tide
Going away forever.

Dimanche, le 8 mars 2008

The portray of the first sun in the morn
As the child’s innocence is born
To fade away
And be greeted by the moon in the dark night

Exclaimed the people:
The child has got to grow
Grow my child! Grow!

The child held on to her spirit
Why, must I?
She enquired

To move onwards, my child!
The world has much to offer to one who grows!
One needs to survive in this difficult world!

The child looked onto the mirror
Her hair caressing her brow
A tear drop flowing gently through her cheeks

At the heaven above, her round eyes sought
Fortuity would have her be grabbed
By the tender arms of the giant light
And be cradled away
As a lullaby would mull the air

Alas, in solemn unaided thrift
Overlooking our promise
We fall on the rules set for us
Diminished in our faith
We give into the world

The child spirit finds a safe haven
Beneath the cluster of our thoughts
And whispers
“Why have you hidden me away?”
Upon our deaf ears.