time of the end

"We live in the time of no room, which is the time of the end. The time when everyone is obsessed with lack of time, lack of space, with saving time, conquering space, projecting into time and space the anguish produced within them by the technological furies of size, volume, quantity, speed, number, price, power and acceleration."

---Thomas Merton.

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Ecoute, apprendras-tu à m'écouter de loin,
Il s'agit de pencher le coeur plus que l'oreille,
Tu trouveras en toi des ponts et des chemins
Pour venir jusqu'à moi qui regarde et qui veille.

---jules.

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I find myself,
lost again.
Twice I saw you in a dream.In one you slipped me a piece of paper
that fell to the ground like the autumn leaves. On it you wrote:
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for
me.

Why are your words like winter, why do you veil your face? If we meet it is like this, you say, in a dream or not at all, or like the dead on the battlefield, after the war is over and our blood has mingled and the flowers can dream of stars again. How can we forget our time they say to one another...C'etait le temps du soleil. And now? And now we only hold smoke in our hands.