{Towards ourselves}

Back to the essence,

Back to the beginnings,

a childhood of truth,

accessing esoteric languages,

the child speaking to animals,

Softening roses, making proses smile,

Offering happiness to others,

Awakening our apostles.

Parents of him,

child born, child of today,

children of others,

children of us.

It is this desired return,

to a celebrated childhood,

that we are beginning today.

Through our daily work,

milling, sowing,

Every grain of our innocence

in this work.

We rediscover each other,
through wisps of paths,
strands of voices,
this path towards a blissful,
stumbled by the passage of adulthood

This cult of responsibility,

this cult of society,

this cult of socialism,

mixture, enterprise, culture,

intellectualism.

But the candid is absent,

to recognition dependent,

to the love of others, addict,

violently seeking this company,

to escape his own,

stealing, singing, proclaiming,

to love, without really knowing himself.

And so, in this forest,

taking shape in my psyche,

I decided to rediscover myself…

Searching valiantly for who I was,

where am I going, what do I know,

whether love was a shelter and a screen,

or sincerity and complement.

My spiritual journey,

led me to the conclusion,

that every tree in this forest,

telling me to lose myself,

to let myself go,

in order to find myself,

to love better, to serve better,

to give better.

so I decided

to fall in love with the writer,

be reborn in poetry,

to love in a complementary way.

(c) Moustapha Chein

Montréal,

21 Août 2023