Kalimantan...
Soul, nature, body... perfect match.
The way rainforest shapes looked, the light shot diamonds from her roof. It's a large house, which become a home as you step in. The comfort of Ironwood is a gain, even the comfort of a stone is normal. There's no citizens in this small part of the world, there are facts and beings with prime, they are connected and form a lovely family. Trees, wind, ourang outans, fruits, fireflies, flowers, rain, owa owa, kingfisher, mosquitos, boro, berries, crocodiles, rivers, water, kupukupu, snakes, mud and so much more... what a sparkling family. Some are so powerful but so at ease in the trees, and tender between them, you only owe them respect. And, if you cross the look of one animal, whatever it is, look deep inside his eyes you can read into them, and you know that he can't lie. You can see curiosity or admire determination, if they are scared or simply happy. All these beings grow in a lively green knot and they don't ask too much, all they want it's to live in peace. Over there, even the dark can make things shine. Yes cause' ground on one side, water in the other, there's a small council which brings back everyone, everything, and anything to the spirit of childhood. It's hundred and hundred of fireflies chasing the gloom, together with the aim of loving, tiny blinking glows. Also slowly swayed by the river and by a sweet lullaby, my mind is trying to guess the performer... owa owa monkeys for sure, frogs, moving branches and water lily, crickets, a jumping fish, crocodiles' bubbles, geckos, light rain perhaps... It's disconcerting, it seems like the whole world has stop breathing to not disturb it... be silent in the noise, in the lullaby.
Yes, big family eternally has enough to get your senses blessed.Over there all I feel is free. Là-bas tous ce que je sens est libre.
And here I am standing, raising my arms trying to touch the wind, closing my eyes to imagine what it can be to hold a gibbon and smell his fur, thinking my feet are wet with ants on them, although I'm wearing training shoes. Once my eyes are open, I'm following the fragile flight of a dark blue butterfly. Oh he's going to the top of a santal wood, can I reach the top of this tree? Mmh, the eyes washed as the sky, the eyes full as the earth, I'm fluttering one's eyelashes. Then letting my hands hazarding on the path's trunks, with the moss tickling my skin, I'm starting to hear a murmur turning into audible voice: « Melodie, Melodie? Hati hati there're plenty of roots here. »
I'm Hungry for answers. It is possible I could feel so good? How many tons of curiosity, I can't say. It wrapped me up with the color of truth and peaceful minds, flowing like the river to the sea. They'll change your body and your soul if you allow them.
It's all about love, I love the way forest makes you feel, I love the way animals watch you instead of the contrary, I love the way dark river blurred, letting you no chance to see through, I love the way People almost invite you in their life. Involuntary they promise us their light that you so carefully carry. They are in the music, in the lullaby.
I don't want this feeling to go away. Shall it be forever, never end...?
Une vie qui te parait idéale ?
L'idéale un pistolet. I took me time to realize it. At the end, It always hits you like a slow bullet. However, it's not complicated the story has already been told. We know the end before. Because this is, who it's supposed to be.
“I can't do everything but I can try.” In our own means, We can try to bring ourselves the closest to our ideal. Malgrés tout, Rien ne pourat être un replica.
Then, when you are back from your ideal, do you ever wonder of what happened to the world we saw? Sure as hell,
I will return to see once more
with them, with my friends.
« Don't forget my name » was the last thing he told me. I won't Iing.
Now all of you must continue to reach for the light continually.
I will never thank enough all the person involved in this experience, all the rangers: Iing, Dhanie, Uding n°1, Uding n°2 and the others; the crew: Taer, “Jasmine”, Azurita, Azurita's mother, Eddy, Yani; Pak Denson and his warm family, Enden and his friend...Kami(?). And of course I'm thankful to the person who created this National park, I don't know her but she's a god sender.W*H*A*T***I*S***T*H*E***E*X*P*E*R*I*E*N*C*E***O*F***Y O*U*R***L*I*F*E*T*I*M*E*?
Thought of the day: People catch our spirit like they catch our cold: by getting close to us.
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