At High Speed

In my daily life, the world, people, and activities pass by at high speed,
everything happens so quickly before me.

The passage of daily life accelerates, and I think about keeping up with it.
Sitting zazen, I realize that the train of thoughts carries me along and that my impression of immobility is an illusion.

Sitting zazen, I am in the passage and understand that the train of thoughts moves at high speed and gives the landscape this frenetic tempo.
Sitting zazen, I am the man traveling by train.
The man who sees the train pass by, in the train and in the landscape.
Neither really in the train, nor really in the landscape.
In the end, neither the landscape nor the train move,
neither me, nor the landscape, nor the train.

Everything that moves is not.

©FJ August 2025
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