“At the End of the breath I look at “my life” and I see rivers in it, crevasses, abysses, walls, summits and stones. I walk this path, I pace it, sleepwalker, toward an elsewhere and a tomorrow that everyone claims as theirs but that will never be mine. And I am here and I watch, spectator of an invented scene, a tumultuous scenario, perfectly orchestrated. The wind freezes my face but I keep looking ahead. I turn around without hesitation toward this story I have lived there. And I tell myself… That all I was seeking was Your Love, believing it lost forever… God, I searched for You EVERYWHERE, You are so terribly missing from my “BEING.” Through every pair of eyes, of every person I met, through myself, through them… I have only been looking for You. Your Love is priceless to me and I know it is up to ME to open my eyes upon the sand and the dust that has settled there… so that You may cleanse, with Your Divine LUMINOUS breath, all these debris on my cornea that I felt so painful. I believed in the illusion of things, in birth and in death, in money, in particular love — today I rest from all that. I take out of my bag these “treasures” I could never let go of. I look at them laid there, on the ground, and I tell myself they are nothing — just a heap of heavy, crazed things in the face of the Love that is Yours. I laugh at having once thought that I could replace You. Today… I realize Your Love and that I had always denied it… The world, the people, the objects, the stories of dramas or joys, are only pale reflections of a dream that never ends. I slept in a dark dream stuck to every one of my steps, in which I suffered from wounds… caused by someone other than me. Here is the supreme imposture, the lie and all the plagiarisms… God, I want to wake up! I want to go home, to feel that we are but ONE… and that nothing else has any reason to be.
