Intimate Depths

In the incense stick,
living and dying are not two.
The same goes for Man.

Blocking the reduction of the burning stick,
Preventing it from dying,
This immediately kills it.

The incandescent impulse of life is the setting in motion the process of death.
Without this life, it cannot die,
Without this death, it cannot live.

Life is consumed,
Our disappearance makes our existence possible
The call of death authorizes life.
Blocking death, closing the door to this call for air,
Means blocking life.

Awareness of death sharpens awareness of life.
It is much more than the flavor, the consciousness of death
And the texture of life.

Emptiness is so close to these words.
We can almost touch it with the tip of the pen.
The call for air that allows movement.
Life is made of death.

Is it ‘shiki soku ze ku, ku soku ze shiki.‘
Phenomena are emptiness,
Emptiness is phenomena

Death then, is made of life.
The going-towards,
continues to move towards
The scene of reality welcomes
All dances.

The tip of the pen,
Almost hits nirvana,
Raising the pen.
smiling.
Intimate depths

©FJ April 2024
Recueils / Participation/ Groupe De Pratique