Tilicho Lake by David Whyte

In this high place

it is as simple as this,

Leave everything you know behind.

Step toward the cold surface,

say the old prayer of rough love

and open both arms.

Those who come with empty hands

will stare into the lake astonished,

there, in the cold light

reflecting pure snow,

the true shape of your own face.

"Experiencing a Significant Gravitas Shortfall" (by Commoner & TACHES) - french sample

"Qu'est ce que je vais te nommer ? Amour. Tendre. L'amour qui chante doucement dans mon coeur. L'amour qui danse lentement dans mon coeur sans lâcher a la raison. L'amour et moi nous sommes un, nous sommes un". translating to "What will I name you? (and not how as

“Deep inside my organs, I can feel a glimpse of hope and a love so strong my body feels overpowered, the kind of love that persists through generations. Oh, if I could give her a child, her voice would sing lullabies of our love to put her children to sleep.

Between the nightmares and the branches, I find true love as the first ray of sun after a

The thin cool fingers of the wind

Caress your tall loveliness;

The wind kisses

Each shining strand of spun brightness

About your head

Then sends a shimmering waterfall

About the face of you;

I think the summer sun

Would be jealous of your hair,

O Golden Goddess,

Did he not know you.

As for me

I have known you through long yearning years;

Ages ago I built a home

This is the key to it.
This is the key to everything.
Preciously.

I am worse than the gamekeeper's children
picking for dust and bread.
Here I am drumming up perfume.

Let me go down on your carpet,
your straw mattress - whatever's at hand
because the child in me is dying, dying.

It is not that I am cattle to be eaten.
It is not that I am some sort of street.