Traditions

Humans need to gather and share,
To experience their togetherness.
All collectives have rituals and traditions.
Some inherited, some created,
All infused with the soul:
Without it, it remains just an empty cloth
Collecting dusty thoughts.
Traditions are a transmission
Of gates and tools
Towards a sense of communion.
So many forms and colors,
So many ways to share a sense of direction,
An untold meaning.
That unfolds in a powerful burst of Joy,
Or in the solemnity of beauty and tragedy.
Traditions may just be an excuse to meet,
And that’s fine, then their purpose is filled.
But too many fell under the grip of consumerism
While some got rotten in the mud of conventions.
Life is alive,
So should traditions be!
We don’t care for dead rituals,
We care for the Primordial Tradition:
The paths toward enlightenment and inner peace,
The gates of the new life, here, now,
Like we’ve always been told,
Deep down in our cells, in our souls.
Our bodies should not be a jail,
But a learning vehicle.
Its expiry date is an indication of its function.
There is not much to take away from Matter,
But an experience of love and fear,
Of Joy and sadness,
Madness and wisdom,
Emptiness and bliss.
Many traditions can help us on the way.
Many can lure us down a wrong path
With their shiny patterns, fancy mottos, and cheering crowds.
The same path may help one of us and lose the other.
Each one his own way,
That’s how we should meet.
Each one his own relation to traditions,
That’s how we celebrate.

ML (2024)

Truth

We are small bipeds
Walking on a rock
Soaring through space.
We live a very short time,
But still find ways
To hate one another.
Always a good reason
To kill one other.
‘’God gave me a vision
To fight and murder,’’
‘’I want peace for all
And will fight wars until I succeed.’’
‘’ Let’s end all oppression
Under my mighty rule.’’
‘’Look at him,
He has the wrong color.’’
‘’Look at her,
She has the wrong values.’’
‘’There would be peace
If only they would all listen to me.’’
So many words
And so little meaning…
Truth may set you free,
But it’s a lonely road.
If ever you find anything,
It won’t be words or ideas,
But a strong inner peace.
It won’t be anything you can share,
But a lesson to never judge.
No matter your ideas or religion.
No one’s right,
No one’s wrong.
Truth is a light
Coming from the depths of the Universe,
The depths of yourself.
It is engraved in your cells
And may enlighten all your thoughts
From the deepest ones
To the most trivial ones.
Truth is a light
Burning all that is illusion
It makes it simple and clear to see
We are small bipeds
Walking on a rock
Soaring through space.
We are the Universe
Walking in a human body
To experience Time and Matter.

ML (2024)

Enjoy the Labyrinth

Running through the labyrinth,
We may pass walls,
And bump into illusions.
We may find new windows,
And get a glimpse of the exit.
Sometimes a vision from above
Reveals the right direction.
The soul knows the way,
But the mind can’t see that far.
It is too sensitive to walls:
It gets easily hurt or lost,
It easily creates new walls,
New ways leading to new dead-ends.
We can’t escape the labyrinth,
We are the labyrinth.
We may encompass its reality,
And its relativity,
We may see beyond,
Live beyond,
Yet we remain within.
We are a spirit in a body,
A creator in a matrix.
We are the walls
And the exits.
We are the means
And the obstacles.
Living in a maze,
We experience a mess.
Embracing its beauty,
Its complexity,
And harmony,
We experience reality.

ML (2024)

Walking the Talk

Enjoying a random talk
Is like going for a walk:
Full of surprises
Or full of nothing.
Up to us,
How we live, how we listen,
How we look around,
How we open within.

Very nice to meet you!
I don’t know your name,
I don’t know where you’re from,
But you said you are happy,
And this is good to hear.
This is the treasure you keep.
Thank you for sharing.

Let’s open to one another,
And let the precious wind of Life
Blow through us its wonders.
Each talk is a gift,
Each walk is a gem.
Our breeze, a treasure
Slowly burning,
Consuming until we’re alive,
Burning beyond death.

The fire is eternal,
It’s now we light it up,
It’s now we feed it,
It’s now we share it.
The fire is our soul
And with cold comes death:
The winter of Love
The doom of Life.

ML (2024)

A Nice Day

Today my car broke down,
Kids got sick,
And work sucked,
But it was a nice day.
Step by step,
Digesting one frustration
After another,
Love is stronger.
All troubles burning in a fire,
It feels warm,
I’m alive.
I can steer my thoughts,
It feels good.
From a mountain,
I make a river.
From a pile of shit,
I make a flower.
If you ever speak about Love and Joy,
Better have a sample with you.
There is a flowing way,
But no lie comes through.
Today was a nice day,
I learned a lot.
I know it’s my choice
To give in to my higher Self.

ML (2023)

Promised Land

Please, Israel,
Be the land flowing with milk and honey,
Not the land of blood and insanity.

The promised land is in your heart,
Not in the dirt, not on this earth.
Zion is for all humans,
Not a private club for criminals.
The Bible is not a property title,
But an invitation to meditate.

You let the serpent take over your land,
Allowing a tragedy to unfold over decades.
Former victims of horrendous executioners,
You became, yourselves, the tormentors.
Palestinians are your brothers,
For we are all ONE or none.

Messengers of angels are rotting in your jails,
Their only crime being to raise a voice for peace.
Servants of the serpent parade in your streets,
Forging your thoughts, occupying your TVs.
By justifying division and murders,
They took over your souls.

Israel is in the heart of all God’s servants.
No matter where they were born,
No matter their skin color,
No matter their religion.
An eye for eye is a symbol
Of our Union as one Humanity.
It is not a guide for vengeance,
But an invitation to fraternity.

The blood you spill
Flows into your hears.
It makes you deaf to justice,
Ignorant of Love,
Resisting forgiveness.
It is drowning your souls.

Where is Mikhael?
Who will call the dragon’s slayer,
And let the olive branch sway in the wind,
Above a truly holy land?
A land of justice
Where all humans can live with no fear.
A land of grace,
Where children can laugh and play.
A land of peace,
Where all humans can dream and pray.

Our bodies will all die one day,
But not all of us will die alive!
Beware,
Our soul is the only thing to find on this Earth,
And it is also the only thing to lose…

ML (2023)

Words Are Blurry

It’s already night,
And the sun is shining.
Within my heart,
It is burning.
Walking the streets of my thoughts,
I encounter strangers.
Some were lost, some were nuts.
Some were fun, and some were saints.
Once on the Avenue of Matter,
I met some bodies.
Some familiar, some unknown…
Mostly smiling
From the ones I looked at.
As if guided by an inner radar,
Pointing me where to look,
When to escape,
When to stay, and when to talk.
It’s already dark,
And my words are getting blurry,
While my eyes get sharper.
I’m looking at you with my words,
And I hear the echo.
I tune in to the stream of your words,
And then I know.
It’s not you,
It’s not me,
It’s more than us.
I see It,
But can’t say it.
The vision is so sharp,
And words are too blurry.

ML (2023)

Vesuvio

I could see it looming over the city.
A powerful rock,
A Giant sleeping,
Longing for the release of its furry.
But it’s simply a mountain,
Just a hill like any other…
Then I climbed its rocky trails to the top,
Here I was,
Contemplating the mouth of the Earth,
Ready to spit more blood.
But it’s just a hole…
I could feel the power that pierced through the rocks,
Sculpting each layer in a powerful burst.
Yeah, the hole is kind of regular,
But it’s just a rocky hole…
Breathing deep,
I saw an eagle flying on the horizon,
From here, it could as well be a pigeon…
I took off with it,
Smelling the breath of the volcano.
It’s more like sulfur, salpeter,
It stinks anyhow…
I felt the Earth trembling,
Here it was, awakening.
You look strange, my friend,
Maybe we should climb down?
No, let’s keep on climbing up,
I feel It.
But we’re at the top!
Let’s climb with our thoughts,
It’s just the beginning!
Let the lava of Life burst through us.
No, I’m ok, better to walk down.
Ok, fine.
I said goodbye to the sleeping Giant,
Hoping next time, I would not climb alone…
But I was with you!
Oh, really? Were you?
Yes, I was…

ML (2023)

Be Kind

One day at the time,
Living the experience.
Each day so different,
A new place, time, and space.
Even repetition is always else:
Another weather,
Another encounter…
So many things to see
And listen to, all around…
It’s so much to take in for our senses,
That we seem numbed by essence.
It’s like a tool for survival,
Not to die from bliss.
A tool becoming and ending,
We know that story.
We keep confusing goals and means,
Maybe the goal is just not to be mean.
Show kindness to yourself,
It will uplift your senses.
Experience kindness with others,
You will enter new realms.
That’s what it takes to be free
From alienation.
No dogma, no ideology, no theory,
Can break through kindness…
No division,
But a strong Will for cooperation,
An opening towards the whole Universe.
If the Universe is a too big thing for you,
Too abstract,
If you don’t see the Universe is You,
Please be more kind to yourself.
You are the Universe,
And it’s a fantastic experience…
Be kind and let cynicism burn with your encounter.
Be kind, let yourself be overtaken by the Wonder.

ML (2023)

Riding a Cloud

I’m riding a cloud
Somewhere across the void.
I breeze through the steam
As I walk up.
I see the dream
As I wake up.
No birds around,
There is something wrong.
Where are you all,
What are you waiting for?
I almost can’t see you anymore…
I will try and draw a door
To leave it open for you.
But I know that only your own
Will let you pass through.
I wish I could share mine,
But I don’t know how…
We are so different in our unity.
Uniformity leads to war and domination,
Life is about diversity and cooperation,
Its opposite is a call for destruction.
We belong to the same species,
But to different stories.
We belong to the same planet
But we’ve all got our own rules,
Echoing the eternal source of Life.
I’m now behind the clouds
And I know it won’t be long
Before we meet Love or Doom.

ML (2023)