mercredi 10 juin 2009

HOME from Yann Arthus-Bertrand

We are living in exceptional times. Scientists tell us that we have 10 years to change the way we live, avert the depletion of natural resources and the catastrophic evolution of the Earth's climate.

The stakes are high for us and our children. Everyone should take part in the effort, and HOME has been conceived to take a message of mobilization out to every human being.

For this purpose, HOME needs to be free. A patron, the PPR Group, made this possible. EuropaCorp, the distributor, also pledged not to make any profit because Home is a non-profit film.

HOME has been made for you : share it! And act for the planet.

Yann Arthus-Bertrand

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The Glance That Don't Want To See....

A glance that don’t want to see
Other than beauty...
Life pours on her skin
A beam of sparkling seconds...
A glance that don’t want to see
Other than honesty and good intensions...
Life baths her in the light
Of peaceful wishes...
A glance that refuse to see
Other than comforting moments...
Life settles at her the bed
Of less violence...
A glance that will never see in others
other than respectable being...
Life beats endlessly hopeful
Of sweet highlight...

A glance that just can’t see
What I am able to see...

Manichean gestures of those
Who whisper false interests...
The sum of connections
That increase the perturbed stream...
The snake’ smiles waiting to be enough numerous
To bite off of their invisible poison...
The filth some souls are carrying,
Waiting someone else to receive their pulsion wastes...
The knot of tortured spirits
Calculating their next victims...
How viciously liars can be some spongers
Sucking energy as they say what we wish to hear...

A glance that won’t see
Other than...
A wonderful world...

mardi 9 juin 2009


I crossed through the window
A flash of adrenalined flux
In a memory of hunt-urt.
The window just a mirage.
Open and closed,
Enclosing secrets of departure
Through a wind of glittering sand.
But what is on the other side
Is much brighter.
An electric arc in between my cells
And a consciousness.
The sub consciousness is hidden
Only because of our fears...
So this window is just the non event
Of my terrorised mind...

I crossed through the wind-own
To emerge in an opposite...
The me inside me
Is just my inverted reflection...


dimanche 7 juin 2009


Words are our precious.
They draw lines between us. They build bridges between the consciousnesses.
They are the path of our understanding of the others.

And so,
Words are sacred.

The strength of the bridge that links each of us to each other depends on our words, on the meaning we give to them. If we use false words, wrong words, unsuitable words, so the bridge is fragile, and near to fall down.
Our words are the light that will give clarity or obscurity to what we say. But they give also how deep and true is our consciousness.
Saying words of nothing, worthless words, common words, we build the bridge likewise.
When you speak to me, I can feel the weight of your sincerity, or not… Words have a color, a secret color. And I can feel when they are grey, or colorful.

But one thing is for sure. If you say grey words, as it can hurt those who love you, it puts grey on your own consciousness. Coz everybody is a mirror that reflects the light of the one who speaks to him…

Thus is the dimension of our consciousness.


“Love is not to be tested! Love is to be…”
I was sitting in front of him. My master, my teacher, my guide.
And I received his words as a slap in the face.
“Love is not to be tested..?”
Said I with the voice of someone suddenly lost in an ocean of questions…
“But my love has been tested so many times..! How would it have been possible it was not? I was thinking that each test is to make me to grow up. And in a way, it has been. Each difficulty my love did cross, I learnt from it. Each time my love has been in danger, I did fight to preserve it. Each time my love seemed to fade away, I dug the ground to find some water for it. Each time the sky above was weighted with clouds of doubt, I climbed the highest mountain to be see clearer in it… I learnt all of this since my love got tested… How would it have been different?”
My master did look at me with a kind of smile. I saw in his eyes a flame of roguishness that surprised me a lot. Was he mocking at me?
“Little naïve man, you kissed one day the tip of love’s shoe, and you think love is yours forever?
“Love is not to be tested”… Love is to be” doesn't answer to this question:
“Must a love be tested?”
“Is a tested love The Real Love? The Eternal Love? The Universal Love?”
Let me ask you a question, Little Buddha:
Are you looking for a love, or for The Love?”
“Little Buddha…?” Definitely, my master was mocking at me!
“My Master, I think I am locking for The Love. But it is hard! It is even painful, sometimes…”
So the wise man looked at me, right in the eyes, with this sharp glance I know he have when he’s about to hurl some heavy stuff…
“Little nothing, so you own only love.
But do not fall in a depressing well, because if love is not The Love. The Love is all little loves.
If you love not the wheat’s fields, how could you love bred?
If you love not rats, how could you love your dog?
If you hate your neighbor, how could you love your wife?
If you do not Love your wife, how could you Love the universe?
If you can’t Love the universe, so forget about God!

Without The Love,
Faith is nothing…
Philosophy is nothing…
Knowledge is nothing…
Mercy is useless…
The prayers are only noise…
Men are just a gang of lost souls…

Without The Love, love is just some shouting stars crossing your sky for a second…
When your love is tested, it is not love being tested there. It is you.
The Love is made of Eternal material.
Are you made of Eternal material, little star dust?”
I was to answer, but my guide stopped me with his hand
“Let me answer for you.
YES, YOU ARE !!! Little double stupid man.
Yes, you are of Eternal material. But you crap on it regularly.
So then comes a test. But you are the one who’s tested. Not your love.
You are the one who messed up your Eternal material.
And when you climb up the mountain, it's you who get cleaned, not your love. Because love is part of The love, and so made in Eternal material too. So it can’t be dirty. Only the eyes of your heart can be…
So, each time you feel you love is tested, say to yourself: “My eyes are full of dirt, I must clean myself, clean my soul. I have been imprudent and did let my eyes to be obscured. I have been not vigilant so my vision filled with false and illusions.”
And DON’T wait from your love to be the one that is going to clean you up, coz you are the one you did dirty yourself, and so drove your love to be troubled…

So it is, little miserable holy !”