Garden side-Jean Michel Rackelboom

“Travel to recognized land”

When the mind wanders on the side roads, the walk softens into nonchalant curves, like the river in its bed. The meanders of thoughts sail, lightly rocked...
The child who sleeps in us wakes up silently, accompanying our steps with softness and warmth. The view then widens towards the distances and binds our heart to the rediscovered past, full of grace and beauty. The ebb and flow of the wave lurches like a wounded animal. We will no longer go to the green meadow to pick the flowers and their dew, but, freed from the soul of doubt, in proud baggage, we will collect the orongs gathered for a delicious banquet of guests, appreciated...
From our trip to recognized land, we will talk about the passage of time around the tree of life, punctuated by the bamboo clepsydra.