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Exercises In Silence

1. The light of dawn from the slit of the curtain, Silence And the sound of silence. 2. He opened his eyes. Faint images crossed the sky of his mind, he did not submit to them, took up his body and walked. The old twinge of pain between his right arm and shoulder returns, and as every morning, in his long solitude, he ignored it, and made his way to his narrow kitchen. Steam bubbles from the boiling water. He pour it over the small ginger pieces, melted. Inhaling the fragrance he walked to the corner. As soon as he settled into his daily seat, he closed his eyes. Silence. He swam in an ocean of darkness. Disappeared. Awakened by a distant tweet, he raised his head and opened his eyes...the tree. 3. The sleeping tree, so green in her loneliness Home of the little birds Little ones... tweets Daylight comes and goes Night comes, She falls asleep in the mist. Dancing with the wind Naked in the winter And then, she puts on her leaves Fluttering, laughing Alone in solitude Greets the years and say farewell, the sleeping tree Standing tall in silence. 4. Every day, as he comes back from his unconsciousness, he feels his body. Nothing has changed. He leaves without leaving. He goes and comes back in the same place. Yesterday, in a daydream, he visited his childhood room. He watched himself on the ground, on his knees in front of the sketchbook. Excited with a new color box, he was free to draw whatever he wished. Now he's back, he wants nothing from the world but stillness, peace with the place, or free with his daydreaming trips. For that, it is necessary to stay within. Silence must be exercised. 5. Alone As a shadow of a dream in a desert The only one who sees himself No more noise from the city Yet he did not leave it, Lost in the fog of his mind No houses, no streets No friends, no chattering Nothing Alone in the silence of the room the voice of self Echoes back A narrow world. 6. The air infiltrates his lungs, and goes back up. very hot. He watched his chest rise, stopping at the maximum inhale, before falling into the cavity of his rib cage. Waves of sensations from the nerves in his neck seep into his back, and then to his arms. Unknown feelings run under his skin, ending with a pulse that he touches on the tips of the fingers. The waves travel in successive vibrations down the legs. Cooler. Hot. Numbness in the feet. Then stillness. More stillness. Yes like this. A moment in which the self is manifested. Transparent. Fades. Suddenly, a loud wave rushes towards his head. He sees the mirror. 7. A face in the mirror His face? Someone is staring to his face. Who's there with him Abides in the silence In the dark emptiness of his soul. There is light A sigh, let out a long groan, Calm down Sleep.

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