Jacky Lavauzelle Poetry
THE GOD VAGABOND
THE TEARS OF THE WORLD
The world is an eye. God seems the eye par excellence, the one who sees everything. The soul is an eye too. A pond too: « And this old pond, nostalgic mirror, Seems your big eye, oh nature! (Leon Dierx). And from the eye always flows tears, tears of joy and tears of sorrow. That’s what I recognize the eyes!
The tears of the world is when the world sees the work of the man. At this moment, the world is weeping warm tears.
The tears of the man arrive when the man sees that all that he had, or that he could have, escaped him.
The tears of the pond is when he sees, under a heavy sun, the species, one after the other, disappear.
My eye to me never cries.
Today, my body is flooded. But nothing is visible. And I go as if nothing had happened. I hear puddles in my shoes. I think I just had an external hemorrhage. The pavers recover some of this water that the sun dries in no time.