It\'s a comfortable home
warm in winter frosts
cool in the summer heats.
There\'s always this quiet cat
who wonders about the world
behind the curtain of passing time.
It\'s a pleasant home where fragrant waves
of subtle spirits circulate ,respectfully saluting
a smiling Buddha on the chest of drawers.
No flowers trapped in a vase\'s fate !
I don\'t like sacrificial queens ...
A cactus that longs for Sonora desert ,
a bonsai in samurai armor enthralled
by a Marie-Laure Laurencin marine watercolor !
I enjoy a glass of gin by the fireside
this respectable chessboard quite dusty ...
The age of gaming is over !
A morning aroma of arabica like some
far east caravan following the star ...
Long -wise room where the echo of a mantra
chanted by Deva Premal resounds
and full of adventure books
lazing around the jungle bed...
Incense stick burns out ,
discussing the after life with an old retired teddy .
It\'s a blue house perched on the San-francisco clouds,
on the shores of a secret treasure island ...
Place of inspired religion where fears are tamed.
My temple and inner abode .