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Muriel Orus
Mars 2018

To be the one that we are

To be in the place where one must be

Being, with our qualities and our faults

Being, with our doubts and our certainties

Our ardours, our sorrows and our ills

To be and learn ...

... Learn and understand

That dented or bursting with beauty

We are Life, Breath, Gift

For oneself and others

We are Love, Joy, Inspiration

And for this overwhelming lesson in Life

We must say thank you!

This is what India taught me

Here's what I want, in my turn, to share

That Unconditional I married

In the evidence of the first step

I have no project, no specific goal,

Just the urge to catch fire

In contact with this wonderful

To say, to show,

In the urgency of a faulty memory

That encounter, emotion and authenticity

Are the keys to happiness and joy

That beauty, if we know how to flush it out,

In luxury or poverty,

Is, alone, able to transcend

Our fears, our lacks, our frustrations

Well beyond what is believed

Far beyond our incarnations

Search, capture, reveal

The vibrating part of this secret

Becomes a necessity

For the awakened photographer

May this second life

Allow me to become

Do not lose anything, especially do not forget anything,

Oppose the infidelity of my brain

The elixir of the surviving memory

Engraved in the deepest

From the dark room of my ills

This staggering humanity

Who charms me, jostles me,

Make me hungry, shameless

But still brazenly alive!

Of all this, I want to testify,

Offer this extraordinary carpe Diem,

Print the grain of the skin, the grace of the faces,

Sublimate the feminine wrapped with rainbow,

Relay the tongue of the wind in gleaming sails

Fix the smell of words, the poetry of pigments

In colorful balloons, glowing saris

Passenger of images and emotions

I agree to be

Open to meeting, to the depth of beings,

At the intuition-guide,

So everything is offered to me, everything I hope becomes possible

Synchronicity, chance or fatality?

What does belief matter

I understand that you have to let go,

Mourning what paralyzes to welcome what happens

Believe in yourself, in your talents, be confident,

Accept this "divine" part that each one carries in itself

To touch the unspeakable sublime

This is also what it was

When Emma offered me to live this pictorial sharing

There are evidences that it would be unforgivable to turn away

As Catherine Singer wrote

"Until then I thought that love was reliance,

that he connected us to each other.

But it goes a lot further! We do not even have

to be connected: We are inside each other.

This is mystery. That's the biggest dizziness [1]

 

[1] [1] Catherine Singer; Last fragments of a long journey. Ed Albin Michel (2007)

Muriel Orus
Mars 2018

To be the one that we are

To be in the place where one must be

Being, with our qualities and our faults

Being, with our doubts and our certainties

Our ardours, our sorrows and our ills

To be and learn ...

... Learn and understand

That dented or bursting with beauty

We are Life, Breath, Gift

For oneself and others

We are Love, Joy, Inspiration

And for this overwhelming lesson in Life

We must say thank you!

This is what India taught me

Here's what I want, in my turn, to share

That Unconditional I married

In the evidence of the first step

I have no project, no specific goal,

Just the urge to catch fire

In contact with this wonderful

To say, to show,

In the urgency of a faulty memory

That encounter, emotion and authenticity

Are the keys to happiness and joy

That beauty, if we know how to flush it out,

In luxury or poverty,

Is, alone, able to transcend

Our fears, our lacks, our frustrations

Well beyond what is believed

Far beyond our incarnations

Search, capture, reveal

The vibrating part of this secret

Becomes a necessity

For the awakened photographer

May this second life

Allow me to become

Do not lose anything, especially do not forget anything,

Oppose the infidelity of my brain

The elixir of the surviving memory

Engraved in the deepest

From the dark room of my ills

This staggering humanity

Who charms me, jostles me,

Make me hungry, shameless

But still brazenly alive!

Of all this, I want to testify,

Offer this extraordinary carpe Diem,

Print the grain of the skin, the grace of the faces,

Sublimate the feminine wrapped with rainbow,

Relay the tongue of the wind in gleaming sails

Fix the smell of words, the poetry of pigments

In colorful balloons, glowing saris

Passenger of images and emotions

I agree to be

Open to meeting, to the depth of beings,

At the intuition-guide,

So everything is offered to me, everything I hope becomes possible

Synchronicity, chance or fatality?

What does belief matter

I understand that you have to let go,

Mourning what paralyzes to welcome what happens

Believe in yourself, in your talents, be confident,

Accept this "divine" part that each one carries in itself

To touch the unspeakable sublime

This is also what it was

When Emma offered me to live this pictorial sharing

There are evidences that it would be unforgivable to turn away

As Catherine Singer wrote

"Until then I thought that love was reliance,

that he connected us to each other.

But it goes a lot further! We do not even have

to be connected: We are inside each other.

This is mystery. That's the biggest dizziness [1]

 

[1] [1] Catherine Singer; Last fragments of a long journey. Ed Albin Michel (2007)