COLLAGE D'IDÉES, PENSEES ET
SENTIMENTS from all of us as COSMOSE.
COLLAGE COSMOSE, COSMOSE COLLAGE, "A COSCOMOSELLAGE"
A cosmose collage... while exploring and putting
in application capacities of management and
consultancy... through a jouney of Institutional
Transformation...
LC3 … ?
Dank u, Gracias a ti, Grazie, Merci a vous , Thank you...
That’s great! It reminds me a game I used to play with my family called “cadavre exquis”. You start a story on a sheet of paper, then you pass it to your neighbour and continue to write the story on his paper etc. At the end of the game, you have a very interesting story, sometimes totally crazy, but sometimes very poetic, with several stories crossing themselves apparently with no link between them, but telling something of the collective unconscious operating “hic et nunc”. So this mail is not really a poem in itself, but it could be part of a story, the LC3 story...
A story for what?
for sharing the flowers and the swords and the candle…
the love is shared, yet expands, the limit is far, far in the sky…
This phrase comes from my heart and soul:
"What moves each one to transform himself of herself is a mystery, but I share and respect this inner motivation. If my presence can help as a little piece it will be enough for me".
"Quelle est le desir de chacun ou chacune pour se transformer c'est un mystere et je partage et respecte cette motivation interne. Si ma presence peut apporter une petite piece ce sera suffissant pour moi".
"Cual es el deseo de cada uno o una para transformarse es un misterio, pero comparto y respeto esta motivación interna. Si mi presencia puede ayudar aportando una pequeña pieza será suficiente para mi"
Thank you for the storm, with its roaring thunder and its fiery
lightning -which brought to me a second of nakedness and truth- and its
drenching rain washing away the debris, leaving on the soil evidence of
life... as it continues....
An affectionate hug to all the cosmose,
The cosmos begins in deepest part of you...inside yourself...myself,
in each cell of our body...
in this trip to our innerself,
we could open the doors and go through that which permits us to BE...every moment ourselves
and recognize feel it in the oceanic wave of the system...
only listening and feeling this moment of togetherness in our skin we could be part of the whole...lets dare ourselves to live to BE...
In the rythms of… Giorgio Gaber
“La libertà non è star sopra un albero,
non è neanche avere un’opinione,
la libertà non è uno spazio libero,
libertà è partecipazione
La liberté ce n’est pas de rester sur un arbre
Ce n’est même pas d’avoir une opinion
La liberté ce n’est pas un espace libre
Liberté est participation“
Voilà ma alors réflexion par rapport à LC3 :
Any time you try to take it all for granted, magic shapes the shifting moons. It is back and forth and it is a mystery…
« I shot an arrow in the air,
It came to Earth, I know not where…”
I’ll try to remember the name of the poet…
Isn’t it the start of The Arrow and the song?
from Longfellow?
“...
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.”
enry Wadgsworth Longfellow
Challenged by the new contributions to LC3 poem, here is mine. It come from
a magnet I bought in the jewish neigbourhood of Old Jerusalem and I just
made the connexion with my experience of FLAM. The writer is unkown.
"Dance as though no one is watching you,
Love as though you have never been before,
Sing as though no one can hear you,
Live as though heaven is on earth"
Lots of different contributions to our discussion.
New lines for our colective poem (or history).
New voices addressing to all of us
(I´m sad for the so long absense of Evy´s voice)
We are struggling
I´m happy
You not alone
You are part of the whole
You dance, love, sing ... LIVE without inhibitions
You freedom is ours
The arrows aren’t shot alone...
The bow is in you and to build it
Requires special wisdom
That is past on generation to generation...
Barbarity....Poetry
Boundaries.... no boundaries
Flowers....Arrows
Money....Beyond
Heaven....Earth
Democracy....Authoritarianism
Anger....Wisdom...
...
Zig
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we had been waiting for the barbarians to come,
but they never appeared in the horizon.
They had always been among us, between us, within us.