tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47900144651741796002011-12-31T18:57:01.731-08:00Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315277817414618953noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790014465174179600.post-41403635166202537132011-12-28T05:28:00.000-08:002011-12-28T06:05:14.655-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tw2O_4Ug1nw/TvshuTLx-OI/AAAAAAAAAoc/oybqq70a2d0/s1600/Paris%2BetTh%25C3%25A9oule%2B20110522%2B129-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tw2O_4Ug1nw/TvshuTLx-OI/AAAAAAAAAoc/oybqq70a2d0/s320/Paris%2BetTh%25C3%25A9oule%2B20110522%2B129-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691179633420138722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Il y a un jardin<br />au coeur de la conscience,<br />un lieu sacré semblable<br />au paradis perdu.<br /><br />Il y a un jardin<br />plus vrai que ces mirages<br />que l'on voit trop souvent<br />dans notre quotidien.<br /><br />Il y a un jardin<br />au plus profond de soi<br />où tout coule de source<br />et nous remplit de paix.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790014465174179600-4140363516620253713?l=ilyaunjardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315277817414618953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790014465174179600.post-69402213958388461342011-12-26T04:08:00.001-08:002011-12-26T04:29:04.563-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YB4nexdbcu8/TvhoU9IXUeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/lxem77iy4rc/s1600/La%2BFrey%25C3%25A8re%2B064.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YB4nexdbcu8/TvhoU9IXUeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/lxem77iy4rc/s320/La%2BFrey%25C3%25A8re%2B064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690412838398939618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Entrer dans le silence<br />comme dans une cathédrale<br />au matin du présent et de tous les possibles<br />y faire quelques pas, respirer l'Infini...<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790014465174179600-6940221395838846134?l=ilyaunjardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315277817414618953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790014465174179600.post-63512424055118150572011-09-26T13:27:00.000-07:002011-09-26T14:16:53.881-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ghmAYac_L3A/ToDis0ATUbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ygwtqtYOqlw/s1600/IMG_4835-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ghmAYac_L3A/ToDis0ATUbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ygwtqtYOqlw/s320/IMG_4835-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656770391479374258" border="0" /></a>L'automne prend des airs d'été,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaaGqvAUzw4/ToDj2jh6pVI/AAAAAAAAAns/Mq_D1JdBB5Q/s1600/IMG_4978.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaaGqvAUzw4/ToDj2jh6pVI/AAAAAAAAAns/Mq_D1JdBB5Q/s320/IMG_4978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656771658367280466" border="0" /></a>c'est le monde à l'envers,<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BEus1KDsA5Q/ToDjKkvuO3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/yi2XySi1_VA/s1600/IMG_4944.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BEus1KDsA5Q/ToDjKkvuO3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/yi2XySi1_VA/s320/IMG_4944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656770902779378546" border="0" /></a>il flotte une lumière étrange.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oF3pqqcwRP0/ToDjavzb3LI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FE_Lm1L164M/s1600/IMG_4950-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oF3pqqcwRP0/ToDjavzb3LI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FE_Lm1L164M/s320/IMG_4950-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656771180625648818" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Tandis qu'on marche en pleine obscurité,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7NsRjB0tnls/ToDpp9yFWoI/AAAAAAAAAn8/sL-oA2QwnlM/s1600/IMG_4972.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7NsRjB0tnls/ToDpp9yFWoI/AAAAAAAAAn8/sL-oA2QwnlM/s320/IMG_4972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656778039145880194" border="0" /></a>Montréal se prend à rêver de Beijing...<br />c'est<a href="http://www2.ville.montreal.qc.ca/jardin/propos/lanternes.htm"> la magie des lanternes</a>.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790014465174179600-6351242405511815057?l=ilyaunjardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315277817414618953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790014465174179600.post-69395384134114746042011-09-09T11:47:00.000-07:002011-09-09T12:04:45.614-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXIbZxiyswg/TmpgAN7A3MI/AAAAAAAAAnM/El1QdNrwh88/s1600/IMG_3201-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXIbZxiyswg/TmpgAN7A3MI/AAAAAAAAAnM/El1QdNrwh88/s320/IMG_3201-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650434239343156418" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">Nombreux sont les chemins</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">que la nature emprunte</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">pour mener au silence.<br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790014465174179600-6939538413411474604?l=ilyaunjardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315277817414618953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790014465174179600.post-79780205930569754072011-08-14T10:41:00.000-07:002011-08-14T10:48:04.904-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RlXQ-ar5iiU/TkgJC7Us8xI/AAAAAAAAAnE/LCtL6xYpMBE/s1600/IMG_3481-2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RlXQ-ar5iiU/TkgJC7Us8xI/AAAAAAAAAnE/LCtL6xYpMBE/s320/IMG_3481-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640768479170458386" border="0" /></a> <br />Être <br />simplement <br />l'un contre l'autre <br />dans le silence, <br />au coeur du mystère, <br />savourant la lumière <br />du jour qui se lève <br />malgré la fragilité des choses. <br /> <br /></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790014465174179600-7978020593056975407?l=ilyaunjardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315277817414618953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790014465174179600.post-16123243501898685942011-08-03T21:02:00.000-07:002011-08-03T21:06:37.223-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-uFx8fjL6o/TjoaJWuwEsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XCC5qL3rm8c/s1600/IMG_3419.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-uFx8fjL6o/TjoaJWuwEsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XCC5qL3rm8c/s320/IMG_3419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636846631630410434" border="0" /></a><br />Dans la douceur de l'aube,<br />une fenêtre, en silence,<br />contemple le jardin.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790014465174179600-1612324350189868594?l=ilyaunjardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315277817414618953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790014465174179600.post-90291650415754626642011-08-01T21:37:00.000-07:002011-08-01T21:43:29.081-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyfDbNXd-bQ/Tjd_re8h4UI/AAAAAAAAAms/5nDx7ZYI6KM/s1600/IMG_3188.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyfDbNXd-bQ/Tjd_re8h4UI/AAAAAAAAAms/5nDx7ZYI6KM/s320/IMG_3188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636113843695509826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dans la lumière de l'instant,<br />suspendu à l'été,<br />un taon a piqué<br />ma curiosité<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790014465174179600-9029165041575462664?l=ilyaunjardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315277817414618953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790014465174179600.post-49794206388699915842011-07-30T21:00:00.000-07:002011-07-30T21:06:47.855-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AWX5pqTzbZc/TjTTtNuj0HI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1yiNI6LHgJc/s1600/PICT1747-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AWX5pqTzbZc/TjTTtNuj0HI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1yiNI6LHgJc/s320/PICT1747-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635361807479853170" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sans peur<br />et sans reproche,<br />sans masque de l'égo,<br />simplement<br />regarder<br />pour voir.<br />Simplement s'ouvrir<br />comme on part à l'aventure.<br />S'oublier un instant<br />pour recevoir,<br />pour se laisser toucher,<br />se laisser guider<br />par ce qui est.<br />Librement choisir<br />d'être<br />attentif...<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790014465174179600-4979420638869991584?l=ilyaunjardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315277817414618953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790014465174179600.post-88924456043228147412011-07-27T18:04:00.000-07:002011-07-27T20:13:05.410-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNhl_7hNjuw/TjC1-bT7KnI/AAAAAAAAAmc/sAZfd6Yvwbs/s1600/Au%2Btemps%2Bde%2Bl%2527enfance0002-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNhl_7hNjuw/TjC1-bT7KnI/AAAAAAAAAmc/sAZfd6Yvwbs/s320/Au%2Btemps%2Bde%2Bl%2527enfance0002-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634203217928333938" border="0" /></a> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER">Écoutez autrement,<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER">bien au-delà des mots,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER">jusqu'au coeur des silences.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER">Écoutez finement<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER">la posture et le geste</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER">et le souffle et le rythme.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER">Écoutez doucement</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER">jusqu'aux teintes de sa voix,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER">jusqu'au ton de sa peau.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER">Écoutez affectueusement<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER">jusqu'aux battements du coeur,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER">jusqu'à l'inavoué.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER">Écoutez totalement</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER">avec ses yeux et ses oreilles,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER">avec son coeur, avec son âme.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER">Écoutez inconditionnellement<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER">comme on entre chez l'autre</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER">et qu'on lui dit : « Je t'aime ».</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="CENTER"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="CENTER"><br /></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790014465174179600-8892445604322814741?l=ilyaunjardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315277817414618953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790014465174179600.post-76246874657726407222011-07-22T20:11:00.000-07:002011-07-22T20:24:33.457-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEZLEcOF1vY/Tio8XbuHYcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/78Ma8sIexLg/s1600/IMG_3141-3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEZLEcOF1vY/Tio8XbuHYcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/78Ma8sIexLg/s320/IMG_3141-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632380657256063426" border="0" /></a><br />Une heure douce juste avant la nuit à Calvi.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790014465174179600-7624687465772640722?l=ilyaunjardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315277817414618953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790014465174179600.post-29132238303840329972011-07-19T08:20:00.000-07:002011-07-19T12:22:41.508-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blV3E7C35pI/TiWlfnqs9aI/AAAAAAAAAlc/G5Ztbh59lws/s1600/IMG_3448-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blV3E7C35pI/TiWlfnqs9aI/AAAAAAAAAlc/G5Ztbh59lws/s320/IMG_3448-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631088871739291042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Un autre jour se lève<br />sur la vallée des ombres<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jXPMcMsePw/TiWkoJCDyHI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2Hcy4qgQEtw/s1600/IMG_3490-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jXPMcMsePw/TiWkoJCDyHI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2Hcy4qgQEtw/s320/IMG_3490-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631087918622951538" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ov35gWErpQ/TiWjGqqKrAI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UW25SdqFgl8/s1600/IMG_3448.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;">révélant, à qui le veut bien...<br />un présent de tendresse.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790014465174179600-2913223830384032997?l=ilyaunjardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315277817414618953noreply@blogger.com0