This is practice : I probe the crust
Terrestrial crust, at the end of my dowser.
I tap the mallet, a little bit here,
Another bit there, finally :
Finding the angle, the perfect place to hit
The earth I have in my hands
And see the magma erupt.
In each being, the magma of the heart
is waiting to be found
By the placing the dowsing hands
Along the total body,
They travel, feel, probe,
Here : the being cracks open.
Maieutic acupuncture.
©FJ June 2022 —
Groupe de Pratique
Recueils — Participations
Notes & Silence 
Self examination?
Not easy to do honestly. Self deception is insidious. How does one trust one’s picture of oneself?
Yet the unexamined life is worth little.
Stand aside and watch, I think, would be my approach.
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