amplitude compassionnelle et tolerance esoterique

experience en impermanence essencielle



what if the door of the futur were behind us

pull your ceiling half-way down

and you can create a mezzanine for me



your walls open into cupboards

is there an empty shelf for me



let me grow in your garden

with your pineaples and papayas



I'll sleep under your bed

and watch TV in the mirror



do you have an ear on your balcony

I am singing from your window



open your door

let me in



I am resting at your doorstep

call me when you are awake

your virtual cherrie on the cake of vacuity