{"id":1427,"date":"2021-11-29T08:20:26","date_gmt":"2021-11-29T02:50:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.suriyakantha.org\/blog\/?p=1427"},"modified":"2021-11-29T08:26:15","modified_gmt":"2021-11-29T02:56:15","slug":"thomas-merton-sri-lanka-son-dernier-voyage-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.suriyakantha.org\/blog\/2021\/11\/29\/thomas-merton-sri-lanka-son-dernier-voyage-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Thomas Merton – Sri Lanka, son dernier voyage… (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

\u00ab\u00a0I am going home…\u00a0\u00bb<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n\n\n\n

THOMAS MERTON was born in France in 1915. Despite choosing a life of contemplation and prayer, as a Trappist monk, he continued to communicate with some of the most famous activists, artists, politicians, and theologians of his day, and wrote many books, articles, and essays. One week after a journey to Sri Lanka, he died accidentally during a visit to Thailand in 1968.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

THOMAS MERTON est n\u00e9 en France en 1915. Bien que, comme moine Trappiste, ayant choisi une vie de pri\u00e8re et de contemplation, il poursuit son dialogue avec les activistes, les artistes, responsables politiques et th\u00e9ologiens les plus c\u00e9l\u00e8bres de son \u00e9poque, et est l’auteur de nombreux ouvrages, articles et essais. Au lendemain d’une semaine de visite \u00e0 Sri Lanka, il d\u00e9c\u00e8de accidentellement en 1968 lors de son s\u00e9jour en Tha\u00eflande.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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29 November 1968<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Colombo<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Neat houses, open to the night air, with people sitting peacefully talking inside. Good shops. Gardens. Flowers in the dark. Flowers in lighted shops. Piles of fruit. As usual I am in Hotel Karma. My karma. Nineteen Twenties, British Raj karma. The faded cream splendour of the Galle Face Hotel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Habitations soign\u00e9es, ouvertes \u00e0 la fra\u00eecheur de la nuit, o\u00f9 l’on aper\u00e7oit des gens bavardant paisiblement \u00e0 l’int\u00e9rieur. Boutiques bien achaland\u00e9es. Jardins, fleurs dans la nuit, fleurs d\u00e9corant les magasins illumin\u00e9s. Enorm\u00e9ment de fruits. Je suis descendu \u00e0 l’h\u00f4tel du karma, comme d’habitude. Mon karma. Les Ann\u00e9es vingt, le karma du Raj britannique, la splendeur ivoire fan\u00e9 de l’h\u00f4tel Galle Face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I went out onto Galle Face Green this morning, walked along the shore to \u201cThe Fort,\u201d that is to downtown Colombo, and found the place charming.
I went to check my Singapore flight at Air Ceylon, then walked about the streets looking at the big old English buildings\u2014banks, shipping offices, government offices, etc. A couple of shiny new buildings are there, too.
But the clock-tower lighthouse right in the middle of town gives the place a <\/strong>curiously West Indian flavor for some reason.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Je suis all\u00e9 au square Galle Face ce matin, j’ai suivi le rivage jusqu’au \u00ab\u00a0Fort\u00a0\u00bb, c’est-\u00e0-dire jusqu’au centre ville et j’ai trouv\u00e9 l’endroit charmant.
Je suis all\u00e9 confirmer mon vol pour Singapour \u00e0 Air Ceylan, je me suis promen\u00e9 dans les rues, j’ai admir\u00e9 la vieille architecture des grands b\u00e2timents anglais : banques, compagnies maritimes, administrations.
Il y a aussi quelques buildings modernes.
Bizarrement, l’esp\u00e8ce de phare-clocher qui se dresse en plein coeur de la ville donne \u00e0 l’ensemble un je-ne-sais-quel air antillais tout \u00e0 fait \u00e9tonnant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Our real journey in life is interior: it is a matter of growth, deepening, and of an ever greater surrender to the creative action of
love and grace in our hearts.
Never was it more necessary
for us to respond
to that action. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Notre v\u00e9ritable voyage dans la vie est int\u00e9rieur : c’est une question de croissance, d’approfondissement et un abandon de plus en plus grand \u00e0 la force constructrice de l’amour et de la gr\u00e2ce dans nos coeurs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Every other man is a piece of myself, for I am a part and a member of mankind.
Tout homme est un peu de moi-m\u00eame, car je fais partie de l’humanit\u00e9.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>

\u201cNo man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.\u201d
John Donne (1571-1631)<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

To be continued tomorrow…
A suivre demain…<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00ab\u00a0I am going home…\u00a0\u00bb THOMAS MERTON was born in France in 1915. Despite choosing a life of contemplation and prayer, as a Trappist monk, he continued to communicate with some of the most famous activists, artists, politicians, and theologians of his day, and wrote many books, articles, and essays. One week after a journey to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1430,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":true,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"off","_et_pb_old_content":"\r\n

\"I am going home...\"<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\r\n

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THOMAS MERTON was born in France in 1915. Despite choosing a life of contemplation and prayer, he continued to communicate with some of the most famous activists, artists, politicians, and theologians of his day, and wrote many books, articles, and essays. One week after a memorable journey in Sri Lanka, he died accidentally during a visit to Thailand in 1968.<\/em><\/p>\r\n

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29 novembre 1968<\/h3>\r\n

Colombo<\/strong><\/h3>\r\n

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On meurt l\u00e0 o\u00f9 on a toujours v\u00e9cu, Thomas Merton est mort en voyage, au plus lointain, qu'il appelait sa patrie : nu, dans un court-circuit de lumi\u00e8re...<\/em>
Itin\u00e9raire improbable de la France pyr\u00e9n\u00e9enne au monast\u00e8re am\u00e9ricain de Geths\u00e9mani, des rythmes du jazz aux harmonies gr\u00e9goriennes, du christianisme au boudhisme, de l'h\u00e9ritage traditional aux r\u00e9voltes sociales...<\/em><\/p>\r\n

Comment ne pas s'\u00e9tonner qu'un moine cistercien, un catholique romain, semble davantage pr\u00e9occup\u00e9 de \"Vacuit\u00e9\" que de Trinit\u00e9...
Thomas Merton sait pourtant de quelle vigne il est issu... mais \u00e0 quoi bon si l'on a perdu l'art des vendanges...
Thomas Merton cherchait le Graal qui lui donnerait l'ivresse d'une joie plus forte, d'un Amour plus grand que la mort...
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\"Je pars l'esprit totalement ouvert, sans particuli\u00e8rement, je l'esp\u00e8re, me faire d'illusion. Je d\u00e9sire simplement jouir de ce voyage, en b\u00e9n\u00e9ficier, apprendre, changer,
et peut-\u00eatre trouver quelque chose ou quelqu'un
pour m'aider \u00e0 progresser dans ma propre
recherche spirituelle.\"<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

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Habitations soign\u00e9es, ouvertes \u00e0 la fra\u00eecheur de la nuit, o\u00f9 l'on aper\u00e7oit des gens bavardant paisiblement \u00e0 l'int\u00e9rieur. Boutiques bien achaland\u00e9es. Jardins, fleurs dans la nuit, fleurs d\u00e9corant les magasins illumin\u00e9s. Enorm\u00e9ment de fruits. Je suis descendu \u00e0 l'h\u00f4tel du karma, comme d'habitude. Mon karma. Les Ann\u00e9es vingt, le karma duRaj britannique, la splendeur ivoire fan\u00e9 de l'h\u00f4tel Galle Face<\/strong>.
Bizarrement, l'esp\u00e8ce de phare-clocher<\/strong> qui se dresse en plein coeur de la ville donne \u00e0 l'ensemble un je-ne-sais quel air antillais tout \u00e0 fait \u00e9tonnant...<\/p>\r\n

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Neat houses, open to the night air, with people sitting peacefully talking inside. Good shops. Gardens. Flowers in the dark. Flowers in lighted shops. Piles of fruit. As usual I am in H\u00f4tel Karma. My karma. Nineteen Twenties, British Raj karma. The faded cream splendour of the Galle Face Hotel.\u00a0\u00a0
But the clock-tower lighthouse right in the middle of town gives the place a curiously West Indian flavour for some reason...<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\r\n

In my luggage<\/strong><\/h4>\r\n


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\"\" Twilight in Italy<\/em> is not a good book, barely interesting, though occasionally he'll have an intuition that makes sense - such as self and not-self. The \"selfless\" world of the machine. A good angle. Are we really heading for a kind of technological corruption of Buddhism? A secular nirvana.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

I bought Elias Canetti's Auto-da-F\u00e9<\/em> at the Taprobane bookstand, anticipating future hours in airports.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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[box] My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.[\/box]<\/p>\r\n

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