I read, I write

I sit,
I read,
I write,

This is my practice

To this day, these two elements are still to be brought to extinction.

“I read, I write”
Are the echoing recipient of silent sitting.
These are the two practices against which sitting comes crashing before exploding into sparkling shavings. When the rocket has reached its potential peak in the sky, it bursts into a hundred lights.

“I read, I write,”

Are the crumbs of silent sitting,
The relics. As the continuity between the relics and the saint: Extends into our world the benefits of exceptional beings.

They are not the saint but are all that remains …A final legacy: something of this order of relationship between sitting and writing is at play.

Relics and words are also the facets of despair: a half-hearted confession of a faith deficit. The sea, in the shell, harvesting the remains of the sitting gives great faith.

In fluid communication between the worlds, In the unity of Realities, a map of underground paths and removable walkways.

Franck – September 2023
Recueils / Participations/ Pratique