GRIMMS’ FAIRY TALES - THE GOLDEN BIRD [2/2] 1992

Bluwr X Commons: Brothers Grimm, 2 années.

- Histoire courtes -

4 min de lecture.

Then he went his way very sorrowful; but the old fox came and said, ‘Why did not you listen to me? If you had, you would have carried away both the bird and the horse; yet will I once more give you counsel. Go straight on, and in the evening you will arrive at a castle. At twelve o’clock at night the princess goes to the bathing-house: go up to her and give her a kiss, and she will let you lead her away; but take care you do not suffer her to go and take leave of her father and mother.’ Then the fox stretched out his tail, and so away they went over stock and stone till their hair whistled again. As they came to the castle, all was as the fox had said, and at twelve o’clock the young man met the princess going to the bath and gave her the kiss, and she agreed to run away with him, but begged with many tears that he would let her take leave of her father. At first he refused, but she wept still more and more, and fell at his feet, till at last he consented; but the moment she came to her father’s house the guards awoke and he was taken prisoner again. Then he was brought before the king, and the king said, ‘You shall never have my daughter unless in eight days you dig away the hill that stops the view from my window.’ Now this hill was so big that the whole world could not take it away: and when he had worked for seven days, and had done very little, the fox came and said. ‘Lie down and go to sleep; I will work for you.’ And in the morning he awoke and the hill was gone; so he went merrily to the king, and told him that now that it was removed he must give him the princess. Then the king was obliged to keep his word, and away went the young man and the princess; and the fox came and said to him, ‘We will have all three, the princess, the horse, and the bird.’ ‘Ah!’ said the young man, ‘that would be a great thing, but how can you contrive it?’ ‘If you will only listen,’ said the fox, ‘it can be done. When you come to the king, and he asks for the beautiful princess, you must say, “Here she is!” Then he will be very joyful; and you will mount the golden horse that they are to give you, and put out your hand to take leave of them; but shake hands with the princess last. Then lift her quickly on to the horse behind you; clap your spurs to his side, and gallop away as fast as you can.’ All went right: then the fox said, ‘When you come to the castle where the bird is, I will stay with the princess at the door, and you will ride in and speak to the king; and when he sees that it is the right horse, he will bring out the bird; but you must sit still, and say that you want to look at it, to see whether it is the true golden bird; and when you get it into your hand, ride away.’ This, too, happened as the fox said; they carried off the bird, the princess mounted again, and they rode on to a great wood. Then the fox came, and said, ‘Pray kill me, and cut off my head and my feet.’ But the young man refused to do it: so the fox said, ‘I will at any rate give you good counsel: beware of two things; ransom no one from the gallows, and sit down by the side of no river.’ Then away he went. ‘Well,’ thought the young man, ‘it is no hard matter to keep that advice.’ He rode on with the princess, till at last he came to the village where he had left his two brothers. And there he heard a great noise and uproar; and when he asked what was the matter, the people said, ‘Two men are going to be hanged.’ As he came nearer, he saw that the two men were his brothers, who had turned robbers; so he said, ‘Cannot they in any way be saved?’ But the people said ‘No,’ unless he would bestow all his money upon the rascals and buy their liberty. Then he did not stay to think about the matter, but paid what was asked, and his brothers were given up, and went on with him towards their home. And as they came to the wood where the fox first met them, it was so cool and pleasant that the two brothers said, ‘Let us sit down by the side of the river, and rest a while, to eat and drink.’ So he said, ‘Yes,’ and forgot the fox’s counsel, and sat down on the side of the river; and while he suspected nothing, they came behind, and threw him down the bank, and took the princess, the horse, and the bird, and went home to the king their master, and said. ‘All this have we won by our labour.’ Then there was great rejoicing made; but the horse would not eat, the bird would not sing, and the princess wept. The youngest son fell to the bottom of the river’s bed: luckily it was nearly dry, but his bones were almost broken, and the bank was so steep that he could find no way to get out. Then the old fox came once more, and scolded him for not following his advice; otherwise no evil would have befallen him: ‘Yet,’ said he, ‘I cannot leave you here, so lay hold of my tail and hold fast.’ Then he pulled him out of the river, and said to him, as he got upon the bank, ‘Your brothers have set watch to kill you, if they find you in the kingdom.’ So he dressed himself as a poor man, and came secretly to the king’s court, and was scarcely within the doors when the horse began to eat, and the bird to sing, and the princess left off weeping. Then he went to the king, and told him all his brothers’ roguery; and they were seized and punished, and he had the princess given to him again; and after the king’s death he was heir to his kingdom. A long while after, he went to walk one day in the wood, and the old fox met him, and besought him with tears in his eyes to kill him, and cut off his head and feet. And at last he did so, and in a moment the fox was changed into a man, and turned out to be the brother of the princess, who had been lost a great many many years.

Entre deux vérités 23

Zinebloukili9, 6 h.

- Philosophie - D'un autre monde -

3 min de lecture.

La vérité est une, mais les érudits l’appellent par différents noms. Dans mes textes précédents, j’évoque souvent cette idée, celle de l’unité avec Dieu. C’est une pensée qu’on retrouve dans le soufisme, à travers des figures comme Ibn Arabi. Mais cette idée d’unité n’est pas née avec l’islam. Des philosophes comme Plotin, bien avant, parlaient déjà d’un principe unique. Chez lui, "L’Un", c’est l’origine de tout ce qui existe. Tout en découle. Tout y retourne. Rien n’existe sans lui. En simplifiant beaucoup, ce concept signifie que Dieu, la création, les humains, la terre, les anges, l’enfer, le paradis… tout cela ne serait qu’une seule et même réalité, une manifestation de Dieu, une expression de Lui. Je l’ai parfois formulé ainsi : "En se connaissant soi-même, on rencontre Dieu." Ibn Arabi était parfois appelé "le plus grand maître" (Cheikh al-Akbar). D’autres, plus critiques, l’ont surnommé "Cheikh al-Akfar" le maître des impies". C’est dire à quel point sa pensée divise. Il affirme que tout est en Dieu. Qu’il n’y a rien en dehors de Lui. Il parle d’une réalité unique, divine, qui se manifeste sous mille formes, les nôtres, celles du monde, du visible comme de l’invisible. Il écrit en poésie : Mon coeur est devenu capable d'accueillir toute forme. Il est le pâturage pour gazelle et abbaye pour moine ! Il est un temple pour idoles et la Kaaba pour qui en fait le tour. Il est les tables de la Thora et aussi les feuilles du Coran ! La religion que je professe est celle de l'Amour. L'Amour est ma religion et ma foi. Mais certains prennent ces paroles au pied de la lettre, comme s’il disait "l’homme est Dieu". Et forcément, ça choque. Pourtant, je pense qu’il ne s’agit pas d’une confusion mais d’une tentative de dire que tout ce qui existe est enraciné en Dieu. Que notre perception, voilée, morcelée, nous donne l’illusion d’être séparés. Il dit d'ailleurs: "Dieu est le miroir dans lequel l’homme se contemple, et l’homme est le miroir dans lequel Dieu contemple Sa création." Ce n’est pas de l’arrogance. Ce n’est pas non plus de l’égarement. C’est une manière poétique, mystique, de parler d’un lien invisible, subtil, entre ce que nous croyons être et ce que Dieu reflète à travers nous. Mais en parallèle de cette vision, j’ai aussi grandi avec l’idée de la séparation. On m’a transmis une vision plus classique, plus sobre. Une vision dualiste. Dieu est au-dessus de tout. Il est distinct de sa création. Il n’a pas de forme, pas de besoin. Il est le Créateur, nous sommes les créatures. Il n’y a pas de confusion possible. Le Coran nous dit : "Il n’y a rien qui lui ressemble." (42:11) Dans cette vision, Dieu reste unique, parfait, au-delà de tout. Et l’humain, même dans sa beauté (ou pas), reste limité, séparé, humble face à Lui. Et moi, je me tiens entre ces deux mondes. Je les ressens tous les deux. L’un me parle de proximité, de mystère, d’amour. L’autre me parle de majesté, de transcendance, de distance. Ils semblent opposés, mais en moi, ils coexistent. Et pour ne pas me simplifier la tâche, il y a le Coran. Ce livre sacré que je prends moi pour la parole de Dieu. Mais aussi pour une parole dense, profonde, mystérieuse. Une parole qu’on ne peut jamais enfermer dans une seule explication. Quelqu’un a dit un jour que le Coran est comme un océan, plus on plonge, plus on découvre des couches, des sens, des profondeurs qu’on ne soupçonnait pas. Il se lit mille fois. Il se comprend mille fois autrement. Tout dépend de l’état du cœur de celui qui lit. Je crois que c’est voulu. Si la vérité était évidente à la première lecture, la quête serait terminée avant même d’avoir commencé. Au final, j’ai remarqué quelque chose, je crois en tout, et en même temps, je ne crois en rien. Je crois à plusieurs réalités, mais je ne sais pas si l’une d’elles est la vraie. Mon cerveau est en lui-même un paradoxe. Ce n’est pas un mal, ni une faiblesse. C’est juste une grande ouverture d’esprit, une façon d’accueillir le mystère sans vouloir tout enfermer dans une seule vérité. Ce qui compte au fond, c’est que je crois en Dieu. Que je marche avec Dieu, même si je ne comprends pas tout. C’est cette foi, cette relation intime, qui guide mes pas. Et croire en Dieu, c’est accepter qu’il y ait du mystère Alors je cherche. Avec l’intellect, parce que j’aime comprendre. Mais surtout avec le cœur, parce que lui seul sait parfois ce que la tête ne peut pas expliquer. Et quand je parle de cœur, j’évoque en ce sens le cœur de l’âme. Il ne s'agit pas là d’un organe physique, mais du centre de la perception mystique et de l’intuition profonde. Alors que les créatures fassent partie de Dieu, ou que Dieu soit totalement séparé de sa créature, Dieu reste Dieu. Plus grand que les mots. Plus vaste que les pensées. Plus profond que les écoles de pensée. Parfois, l’essentiel n’est pas de choisir un camp. Mais de rester humble. De marcher entre les mondes. De chercher la lumière, sans jamais prétendre l’avoir saisie. Et au fond, la lumière est partout. Même quand on ne comprend pas.