Toi Mon Présent

                                             Sans penser,

                                                  Rien que regarder,

                                                      Sans se limiter,

                                                         Tout en continuité,

                                                             Savourer l’instant.

                                                          Se pose 

                                                     Quelque part

                                                Le regard,

                                             Une pause

                                           Du temps

                                          Présent.

                                             Quelques ailes

                                                Partagent

                                                  Cet éternel

                                                    Moment

                                                       Si beau

                                                          Et apprécié.

                                                         Un toit,

                                                       De l’eau,

                                                    Quelques graines

                                                  Et voilà

                                               Que sans peine

                                             De là haut

                                           Nos présences

                                        S’emmêlent. 

                                          Vivre cet instant

                                             Vaguement,

                                             La simplicité

                                            De partager

                                         Sans demander,

                                           Sans se soucier

                                               De demain

                                                  Si loin.

                                             Un échange

                                     Avec les anges,

                                Le paradis

                           D’une vie

                     Sans artifice,

                 Sans sacrifice.

                La beauté

                  Du mouvement

                     Présent.