We passed the pass, we got lost in the dark, we went to the end of what was possible… here we are!

We snuck in as best we could.

We have passed through the scents and charms, tasted the contacts, met the crystal clear stars.

We walked to participate in the rotation of the earth, loved to help the composts.

We have done our best…

Sometimes, whimpering, we scraped our heads at the bottom of the cavern, hopeless matrix.

We went up, we went down.

 

Rough year behind us, lacy year with us.

 

In the pit of the stomach, the big baby comes up from the side, giant lying on the hill, returned to the moment.

He’s gone to this side of the light.

After the old curtain fell, just three days for the last magi, the movement of the halt came in the inspiration stretching towards the secrets.

 

There is, at the bottom of the densest, a mysterious thing, a latent reservoir.

A slow formless mass.

Source from which comes the time of the Gushing.

 

I am the huge baby, invisible but expansive aura.

Eternal presence like the initial moment.

I am the simple spirit born to the new cycle, the indestructible beginning.

I am the Gushing child.

 

I look at you with the softness of the one who has no beginning and who belongs neither to the end nor to the unfolding. I look at you with that enormity from which no one escapes.

From the bag of my belly, in the sack of my stomach, I already carry the naughtiness and the hassles to come. From my « gidouille » the great bell of life unrolls.

You don’t know it, but I have already passed you.

And you are before me, for you are my dream.

 

I look at you as you are mine.

I look at you as I need you.

I am the Gushing child, seed of rustling, first tinkling.

Behind me already the moving rhythms of yesteryear are forgotten.

 

I have this whole body ready to deploy itself, these forces ready to unroll.

Curious organs, numerous characters.

I fill you with vitality.

Vitality ready to jump, to rise, to envelop, to embrace, to marvel, to watch over, to poetise and to conserve before emerging again.

It takes a village for a child to grow up.

A new cycle begins with me.

I am the Gushing.

 

Nicolas BERNARD

 

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