jarp.one

Author: jarp

  • a seabreeze at dawn

    a seabreeze at dawn

    I used to get trapped in my mind quite a bit. endless loops that contaminate every moment, lost for what seems like days at a time. there came a point where the only escape was further inward, in search of that origin point where it all kicks off. it was during this journey that moments of just being present wherever it may have been became anchored in a resigned contentment. like a breeze on your face standing on the coast, just on the shoreline where earth becomes water – cold, wet – and oddly comforting.

  • peace is within

    peace is within

    Our external world is relentless, its demands ever-pressing, and the noise so constant that our inner worlds often fade beneath the weight. The overload of stimulus, the endless choices, and the illusion of control become suffocating. We are lost in the distraction, chasing after things that pull us further from ourselves.

    True moments of peace arise only when we make room for the quiet of our own being—when the cacophony of the outer world fades, and the inner world is the only space we inhabit. It is in these rare, sacred pauses that we remember the quiet power of simply being.

  • walkabout

    walkabout

    Some feelings arrive uninvited, overtaking you in a quiet rush, like the ache of missing something you cannot name, or the weight of sensations that slip through your grasp. These moments leave you searching, not for answers, but for an understanding that lies just beyond your reach—an unspoken emptiness that doesn’t quite fit into words.

    In these moments, presence itself becomes a refuge. There’s a fleeting relief found not in the absence of the feeling, but in the surrender to it. The sacred rhythms of life—whether the pulse of the earth, the breath of the wind, or the hum of a quiet moment—serve as anchors. In them, there’s a temporary peace, a balm for the restless yearning that stirs within, even if only for a brief, sacred instant.

  • omnidrift

    omnidrift

    When I listen to Omnidrift, I am transported into those rare, fleeting moments where the barriers between myself and the world around me dissolve. It’s as if the pulse of life itself flows effortlessly through me, and I through it, like a current in an ocean of sound. There’s no striving, no tension—only a quiet harmony that binds me to everything in existence. In these moments, I don’t feel apart from the world; I feel woven into the fabric of it, like a seamless part of something much larger than myself.

    Omnidrift captures this sensation of effortless connection, a space where time slows and the natural rhythms of the universe become clear. It’s a reminder that these moments—though rare—are always available to us, waiting in the quiet flow of life, and all we need to do is listen.

  • chantons notre mort

    chantons notre mort

    This song, originally released as a piano solo under antinode titled Song for the Dying, emerged during a period of reflection on the people I’ve lost in my life—though, thankfully, not many. I had the privilege of witnessing one of those people pass in peace, a bittersweet experience. There was relief, knowing the suffering had ended, but also devastation at the same time.

    After sharing my thoughts on Instagram, I was contacted by Isacc through DM, where he had recorded his voice over the piece. The result was breathtaking. We decided to collaborate properly, and this is the outcome.

    chantons notre mort

    J’ai entamé cette longue balade
    En ignorant les sacrifices
    Que demande une vie de bravoure
    Une vie sans fausses notes sans artifices
    J’ai fait abstraction de leurs gloires
    Et j’ai voulu les faire miennes
    Noyé chagrin et désespoir
    En écoutant quelques Gnossiennes

    Et j’ai menti parfois c’est vrai
    Le coeur léger je l’avoue
    Si vous saviez comme je m’isole
    Enfermé dans une prison douce
    Enfermé, je le savais
    J’avais juste à ouvrir la porte
    Etais-je trop faible
    Étais-je trop lâche
    Ou bien n’étais-je plus qu’un homme

    Ou bien n’étais-je plus vraiment moi
    Plus cet enfant que vous aimiez
    Les pères pleurent-ils la mort des rois
    Des larmes, du sang sur les poignets
    Mes mères vivront-elles mes exploits
    Aurais-je la force de m’en vanter

    J’me sens si faible auprès de toi
    J’me sens si mal accompagné
    Egaré seul en désarroi
    Est-ce la faiblesse du condamné
    Ne suis-je qu’un homme
    Ne suis-je qu’une âme
    Ne suis-je qu’un coeur trop atrophié
    Pour explorer la vie
    Sur mon navire affronter les tempêtes

    Mourir, la tête haute, le regard fier 
    Oui nous le voulons tous un peu
    Mais nous sommes hommes, et nos vies ternes
    Alors retournons à nos vices
    Et contemplons enfin le ciel
    Et les étoiles, l’oeil humide
    Achevons cette longue balade
    Et mourrons