During very a long time, I am remained hidden
Under the rock, soil horizons
And I waited.

I could feel
Life at the bottom me to beat slightly
But rock, soil horizons
Imprisoned me.

Until the day when a soft voice, I do not know
Of which share, said to me discreetly:
" Listening your interior voice ".

Then, I lent the ear
And soon I heard to emerge
Under the rock, soil horizons
This major voice of the interior.

Slowly, very slowly, I felt
A heat to invade me completely.
And to wrap me of its comfort and its strength.

" am not afraid, I am your friend. "
There is to discover so much
Other that rock, soil horizons
And I foresaw the light.

Plugged somewhat, I made a pause
And I was tempted to turn over on my steps
Towards this familiar darkness.
" am not afraid one whispered me
See. Hear. Feel. Be! "

Timidly initially
I unrolled my stems
One by one, like tasting.
And, once reassured,
I spread myself more.

Not, never more, I will not turn over
Under the rock, soil horizons
Now that I heard
And felt this interior impulse
I want to open out forever.