FIND PEACE, KNOW LOVE

broken beat, afro house, leftfield techno, spiritual jazz, experimental, spoken word

[Part I – Silence the Head]
My head runs on emergency broadcast,
all caps, all the time.
Doomscroll, what-if, then-what,
a thousand headlines no body wrote.
I lower the volume, not with force,
but with breath.
Inhale: “enough”.
Exhale: “here”.

Je quitte le plateau des débats dans ma tête,
les talk-shows internes, les procès imaginaires.
Ich steige aus der Timeline aus,
I log out of panic.
The thoughts still pass,
but they don’t steer.

[Mantra 1 – à mi-chant, simple]
Silence the head,
listen below.
Find peance in the tremor,
let the thinking slow.

[Part II – Listen to Your Belly]
I drop the attention down,
behind the navel,
where no storyline lives.
Only pulse.
Only gurgles.
Only this prehistoric yes/no
of the gut.

Meu ventre fala sem palavras:
tight = no.
open = maybe.
warm = this way.

Je demande à mon corps: “est-ce que c’est bon pour nous ?”
Le cerveau propose,
les tripes votent.

[Mantra 2]
Find peance in the belly,
not in the storyline.
Peace is not an idea,
it’s a signal in the spine.

[Part III – Heart Your Flow]
Between head and gut,
there is this drum.
Sometimes broken, sometimes armored,
but still beating.
The heart is not a sad poet.
It’s a DJ.
It mixes fear and courage,
limits and longing,
me and you,
into something we can dance with.

Ich leg die Hand auf meine Brust
und hör, wie der Mix läuft:
boom – I’m scared
boom – I’m here
boom – I want
boom – I don’t know

Je ne cherche plus la bonne personne,
je cherche le bon rythme.
Love is not a lightning strike,
it’s a tempo we protect together.

[Chorus – chanté doucement, cosmic soul]
Find peance in your body,
know love in the way we stay.
Not perfect, not holy,
just returning day by day.
Find peance in your breathing,
know love in the “no” and “yes”.
Corps à corps, cœur à cœur,
we learn to rest in the mess.

[Part IV – Love as Practice]
No soulmate contract,
no destiny script.
Just two humans,
two histories,
two trigger fields,
sharing one couch,
one night,
one honest conversation more
than yesterday.

Cada toque é um voto:
I don’t hurt you when I’m scared.
Cada olhar é um acordo:
I don’t disappear when I feel seen.

Love is not “you complete me”.
Love is “you are free next to me,
and I am still me beside you.”

[Bridge – murmuré, multi-langue]
Je t’aime assez pour te voir vraiment.
Ich liebe dich genug, um dich nicht zu besitzen.
Eu me amo o suficiente para não me trair por nós.
I love us enough
to stay when it’s intense
and to pause when it’s too much.

[Chorus – reprise, plus large, un peu gospel cosmique]
Find peance in your body,
know love in the way we stay.
Not perfect, not holy,
just returning day by day.
Find peance in your breathing,
know love in the pause we take.
Hand in hand, gut to gut,
we choose repair over break.

[Mantra final – très simple, à répéter]
Peace is a muscle,
love is a verb.
Peance in the chaos,
love in the nerve.

[Outro – spoken]
No escape.
No fairy tale.
Only this:
a body that calms down,
another body that feels safer,
and the quiet, stubborn joy
of not running away.
Find peance.
Know love.

3362/7500

[Intro – spoken word, calme mais lucide] This is not peace as in white flag. Not peace as in checked-out, numb, spiritual wallpaper. Peance: a peace with teeth, with rhythm, born in the belly, tested in the street. Know love: not a movie, not a spell, but the way two nervous systems learn to stop attacking each other. [Part I – Silence the Head] My head runs on emergency broadcast, all caps, all the time. Doomscroll, what-if, then-what, a thousand headlines no body wrote. I lower the volume, not with force, but with breath. Inhale: “enough”. Exhale: “here”. Je quitte le plateau des débats dans ma tête, les talk-shows internes, les procès imaginaires. Ich steige aus der Timeline aus, I log out of panic. The thoughts still pass, but they don’t steer. [Mantra 1 – à mi-chant, simple] Silence the head, listen below. Find peance in the tremor, let the thinking slow. [Part II – Listen to Your Belly] I drop the attention down, behind the navel, where no storyline lives. Only pulse. Only gurgles. Only this prehistoric yes/no of the gut. Meu ventre fala sem palavras: tight = no. open = maybe. warm = this way. Je demande à mon corps: “est-ce que c’est bon pour nous ?” Le cerveau propose, les tripes votent. [Mantra 2] Find peance in the belly, not in the storyline. Peace is not an idea, it’s a signal in the spine. [Part III – Heart Your Flow] Between head and gut, there is this drum. Sometimes broken, sometimes armored, but still beating. The heart is not a sad poet. It’s a DJ. It mixes fear and courage, limits and longing, me and you, into something we can dance with. Ich leg die Hand auf meine Brust und hör, wie der Mix läuft: boom – I’m scared boom – I’m here boom – I want boom – I don’t know Je ne cherche plus la bonne personne, je cherche le bon rythme. Love is not a lightning strike, it’s a tempo we protect together. [Chorus – chanté doucement, cosmic soul] Find peance in your body, know love in the way we stay. Not perfect, not holy, just returning day by day. Find peance in your breathing, know love in the “no” and “yes”. Corps à corps, cœur à cœur, we learn to rest in the mess. [Part IV – Love as Practice] No soulmate contract, no destiny script. Just two humans, two histories, two trigger fields, sharing one couch, one night, one honest conversation more than yesterday. Cada toque é um voto: I don’t hurt you when I’m scared. Cada olhar é um acordo: I don’t disappear when I feel seen. Love is not “you complete me”. Love is “you are free next to me, and I am still me beside you.” [Bridge – murmuré, multi-langue] Je t’aime assez pour te voir vraiment. Ich liebe dich genug, um dich nicht zu besitzen. Eu me amo o suficiente para não me trair por nós. I love us enough to stay when it’s intense and to pause when it’s too much. [Chorus – reprise, plus large, un peu gospel cosmique] Find peance in your body, know love in the way we stay. Not perfect, not holy, just returning day by day. Find peance in your breathing, know love in the pause we take. Hand in hand, gut to gut, we choose repair over break. [Mantra final – très simple, à répéter] Peace is a muscle, love is a verb. Peance in the chaos, love in the nerve. [Outro – spoken] No escape. No fairy tale. Only this: a body that calms down, another body that feels safer, and the quiet, stubborn joy of not running away. Find peance. Know love.

0/500