Lumières d’étoiles, maison du futur?

Without followers, evil cannot spread.” – SPOCK, Star Trek ‘And The Children Shall Lead’

Beam me up Scotty. There’s no intelligent life here.” – SPOCK

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Lumières détoiles, maison du futur?

In another world

kepler-452b?

Or perhaps

one of the other

habitable planets

one-hundred-billion galaxies

each with as many as

three-hundred-billion stars

lumière d’étoile, étoile brillante

this planet, this star

home to future generations?

we are not alone –

never have been

the rush to find

a ‘new earth’ – frantic

as nature rebells

man’s use up and dispose

mentality

the race heats up

those who have –

demand to stake their claim,

colonize, control, manipulate,

it will go to the highest bidder

even a larger planet

can take only so much abuse

Bisous,

Léa

Thigh-high

monsieur Aristead et Claude
Monsieur Aristead et Claude

 

Villeseque below
Villeseque below

“It’s not just a question of conquering a summit previously unknown, but of tracing, step by step, a new pathway to it.” – Gustav Mahler

“Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” – John Muir

 

 

 

 

 

Thigh-high

I was thigh-high in

Brambles

Claude, monsieur Aristead et moi

Climbing mount Saint Pierre

The sun beat down on us

Le ciel jamais plus bleu

Thorns scratched at me

Tearing my shirt

And flesh

Till blood trickled

Down my arms

Warm, sticky – yet

Feeling no pain

Still higher we climbed

Un trône de pierre

We have reached its

Crown – our reward

Villeseque et Durban

Tranquility beneath our feet

Intoxicated – together we

Revel in the sunshine

Reluctantly – mais ensemble

We begin our descent

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Bisous,

Léa 

Where the shadow falls the deepest…

“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, I was really going in.  –  John Muir  (1838 – 1914)

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.”  

–  Robert Frost

“How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!   –  Emily Dickinson

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Where the shadow falls the deepest… 

Cool waters run rapid

Needles fall from the pines

Crunching beneath my boots

Fallen trees offer rest

 

Birds serenade sweetly

Sometimes mournfully

Sunlight illuminates

Flitting through branches

 

Nature seems to listen

She collects my tears

Nurturing new growth

Recyclage dans son temps  (Recycled in its  time)

 

 

Her fingers gently caress

With each fragile breath of wind

Her reflection can be found

Dans l’étang de la cascade  (In the pond of the cascade)

 

Be tender – learn her wisdom

Caution where your foot falls

Even the insects have their work

Her rhythm measures my own

 

Sanctuary – she gives freely

It is she who pays the price

Tranquility oft to linger

Là où la chute l’ombre tombe le plus profond (Where the shadow falls the deepest)

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Bisous,

Léa

Le Grande Papillon / The Grand Butterfly

“We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.”   – Carl Sagan

 

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.”   – Maya Angelou

 

“We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are. We adults, on the other hand, have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to stoop down to them. It seems to me that the grass hates us when we confess our love for it. Whoever would partake of all good things must understand how to be small at times.”  

– Friedrich Nietzsche

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Le Grande Papillon / The Grand Butterfly

Le grande Papillon

Large

As the palm

Of my hand

Your wings

Form a valentine

Heart

Noir etching

Encased thumbprints

Of turquoise

Bold and beautiful

In my eyes

Unique

My hope

You will return

Encore et encore

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Bisous,

Léa

… from Mother Earth

While this was recently posted, I have chosen to re-post it due to a number of people telling me that they did not receive the post. Additionally, it appears that it did not show up in Reader.  For those who have already read it, I do apologise.

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“Sooner or later, we will have to recognize that the Earth has rights, too, to live without pollution. What mankind must know is that human beings cannot live without Mother Earth, but the planet can live without humans.”   – Evo Morales

 

“We won’t have a society if we destroy the environment.”   – Margaret Mead

 

“It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment.” –   Ansel Adams

 

…from Mother Earth

Tread gently as you walk

Upon the dark warm soil

It is my flesh – and alive

I have bared all – made myself

Most vulnerable

To you – my children

The seeds of a trillion

Tomorrow – lies deep

Within my womb

Rain and sunlight

Nourish me – I give you

New growth

Nighttime brings me rest

Under the watchful eye

Of moon and stars

Do not fear

Darkness is the gift

Of replenishment

Time of quiet – communion

With the nucleus

Of all being

Healing of the carnage of my body

From those whose quest

Is unrepentant excavation of

Natal opulence

Foreign invasion of my body

By heretics and assassins

Pierced, impaled, stripped and raped

For conquest – in the name of

Progress, state and god/s

Corporate global domination

They shall not be my sovereigns

They are only instruments of my demise

Behold

My redemption is in your hands

As I birthed and nurtured you

Each and everyone

Throughout the ages

I pray that you will now peel back the shroud

For my salvation

Will you

Be the balm of my healing?

Unbind my rivers?

Purge the waste from my body?

Redeem my skies?

For it is the air

We all must inhale

Sanctify this ravaged fount

Cherish all that I

Have given you

For in the song of crickets and birds

I sing to you

In the rush of my waters

You are rocked in my arms

Meditate upon my forests

And all species

I have entrusted to your care

For as they die

So shall you all

Then I shall heal

And go on…

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Bisous,

Léa

… from Mother Earth

“Sooner or later, we will have to recognize that the Earth has rights, too, to live without pollution. What mankind must know is that human beings cannot live without Mother Earth, but the planet can live without humans.”   – Evo Morales

 

“We won’t have a society if we destroy the environment.”   – Margaret Mead

 

“It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment.” –   Ansel Adams

 

…from Mother Earth

Tread gently as you walk

Upon the dark warm soil

It is my flesh – and alive

I have bared all – made myself

Most vulnerable

To you – my children

The seeds of a trillion

Tomorrow – lies deep

Within my womb

Rain and sunlight

Nourish me – I give you

New growth

Nighttime brings me rest

Under the watchful eye

Of moon and stars

Do not fear

Darkness is the gift

Of replenishment

Time of quiet – communion

With the nucleus

Of all being

Healing of the carnage of my body

From those whose quest

Is unrepentant excavation of

Natal opulence

Foreign invasion of my body

By heretics and assassins

Pierced, impaled, stripped and raped

For conquest – in the name of

Progress, state and god/s

Corporate global domination

They shall not be my sovereigns

They are only instruments of my demise

Behold

My redemption is in your hands

As I birthed and nurtured you

Each and everyone

Throughout the ages

I pray that you will now peel back the shroud

For my salvation

Will you

Be the balm of my healing?

Unbind my rivers?

Purge the waste from my body?

Redeem my skies?

For it is the air

We all must inhale

Sanctify this ravaged fount

Cherish all that I

Have given you

For in the song of crickets and birds

I sing to you

In the rush of my waters

You are rocked in my arms

Meditate upon my forests

And all species

I have entrusted to your care

For as they die

So shall you all

Then I shall heal

And go on…

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Bisous,

Léa

It’s in the air

“In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.”  –  Stephen King

 

“The scent of wine, oh how much more agreeable, laughing, praying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil!”   –  Francois Rabelais

It’s in the air

Les pins

Sentinels

Watching over

Mon village

Old enough

To know all

Our secrets

Wise enough

To keep them

Le vent

Scatters leaves

Blending

Avec lavande

Romaire et

Autre fleures de saison

Intoxicating fragrance

New wine

Unique the perfume

Permeates

Les corbières

Lingers in my

Clothing

Scents my bedding

And my dreams

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Bisous,

Léa

Villesèque-des-Corbières

“I had rather be first in a village than second at Rome.”  –   Julius Caesar

“Life is a song – sing it. Life is a game – play it. Life is a challenge – meet it. Life is a dream – realize it. Life is a sacrifice – offer it. Life is love – enjoy it. “  –   Sai Baba

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Villesèque-des-Corbières

Thicker than a proper

Part de pâté

Southern French accents

A piquant chorus

Fill late October’s grey sky

Place des Marchés

Bistro – terroir

Les mots

Ricochet across the café

Rapid fire of an automatic

Profusely punctuated with

Handshakes, kisses and laughter

Les Corbières

A jewel in France’s crown

La clé à mon coeur

The brightest star

Dans le ciel

Villeseque tres petit

Un cascade

Of stardust

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Bisous,

Léa

Le berre de rivière (The river Berre)

“Look deep into nature, and you will understand everything better.”   –  Albert Einestein

“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.”   –  William Shakespeare

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”   –  Henri Matisse

Le berre de rivière  (The river Berre)

Tables and chairs

Against an ancient

Stone wall

Across from le

Café

Si vous êtes chanceux

A seat can be yours

Pageant of color

Paints the sky

As the sun disappears

West

Beneath lies

La berre

Dried up

Fish to dust

Few remaining puddles

Disappear rapidly

To be reborn with

November rains

Un verre de vin rouge

For now

A book

As I wait

Stars

Take center

Stage

A show that takes

Ma soufflé loin

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 Bisous,

Léa

changement de saison

“In the depth of winter, I learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”  

–       Albert Camus

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changement de saison

colours bleed

from my pallet

mimic the leaves

of the vineyards

sunlight creeps into

my window

seconds later

each morning

you can feel it

in the air

pas froid

yet not as it was

le plage

occupé

tourists tenuously grasp

vacations shimmering moments

memories and souvenirs

postcards, sunburns

fondu comme nos

empreintes

dans le sable

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bisous,

léa