BE
Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet's eye
...You may find him
If you may find him
There
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the Sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul
Undertook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it
While the sand
Would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctus, sanctus
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the Sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
Neil Diamond
Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet's eye
...You may find him
If you may find him
There
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the Sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul
Undertook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it
While the sand
Would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctus, sanctus
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the Sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
Neil Diamond
Christiane Singer a enclenché "ma" voie en 1999, latente depuis de nombreuses années... Depuis, je m'essaie à transmettre la conjugaison de l'existentialisme avec la spiritualité. Mais que de blindages au nom de la performance et de l'identité ! beaucoup veulent être quelqu'un avant même de le réaliser. Ici, tu ne trouves pas un guru mais une femme que la vie, avec ses cadeaux et ses ombrages, a pétrie jusqu'à la moelle. Le chemin est long mon ami... je rends le meilleur de ce qu'il m'a donné, avec bonheur. Peut-être y trouveras-tu écho et force en toi pour t'alléger et progresser ?
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