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“Life is for us to live its fullest 12
version.” I entertain this concept
while I’m lying under a majestic,
old and strong carob tree,
enjoying a moment of no time.
My eyes are closed. My attention
is devoted to my breath. My
mind is thoughtless, as humanly
possible for a novice meditator. Now I can see the very back of my
I expect nothing. I observe more, brain lit with reflections, thoughts
I feel more. With effortless effort jumping one in front of each other
I may say.’C’est la Vie’ flies in to speak their minds. There! The
from the west I suppose. sunset. Viewed from 150 feet above
But what’s with the French? ground - that’s about 50 metres
Why not a simple, common high! My quest fills me with joy.
English ‘Such is life’? Probably I’m higher than a kite! I’m excited.
my inner linguist felt that C’est la vie! I follow a gust of wind.
French was a more powerful and The day has come, I’m exuberant.
sensual language to express my Another gust of wind tumbles
appreciation towards life. me. Every metre I drop halts my
breath. I’m troubled. C’est la vie...
I thud to the ground. I’m shocked.
My body aches. I’m lost. Then
found. I’m broken, but I’m safe.
C’est la vie.
248 Reflections over Akamas
248 Reflections over Akamas
