God’s embrace is so simpleThat all your books can be laid down, right here.All your concepts so skillfully entangled. These have stopped being of any
God’s embrace is so simpleThat all your books can be laid down, right here.All your concepts so skillfully entangled. These have stopped being of any
Jesus turns water into wine.A couple of bread loaves into a thousand-person meal,Death into lifeLimits into infinity,Smothering into Divine Breath ©FJ Sept 2021 – Many
Blaise Pascal : In the Heart of Man, there is a hole in the shape of God….All the rest, is useless waffle. (this second sentence
It is not because the Holy Spirit does not need anyone,That no one needs the Holy Spirit to need them. Franck Joseph — ©FJ Sept
There can never be a book – however holy, however well-reputed – which can ever be consulted. The Spirit has to read ItselfWithin ourselves and
This is what exhausts the heart of Man and causes their ruin.Activities, whether sound or not, drain our being’s resources after jamming them. From the
A war, a systemic collapseThe organization of our modern world around automobiles,The disappearing of automobilesSurviving without moneyThe extinction of 99 % of living speciesSurviving without a
First Verses : Karma must ever yield its proper fruit,For thus, it is ordained by God, HimselfSupreme Creator. Then, Is Karma God ?No. For it is
Mental lockdown – keeping individuals away from their familiar environment – can give way to a withdrawal syndrome : first, the anxiety related to a
Vocabulary does not really matter.The heart can hear the letterlessWords that GodWrites for us. ©FJ Sept. 2021 – Telegram (Publications et Pratique)
We are facing a true developing solution, revealing the authenticity of the practice, whenever the eye becomes able to perceive the origin of this practice,
When Jesus says he has not come to abolish the Scriptures, but to accomplish them (“Do not think that I have come to abolish the
Why not admit it ?Loneliness is, at least partiallyThe engine of this spiritual quest. This loneliness pushes us towards the quest on our inner maps.It is
Lord, blow away the layers of dustTime has hoarded along the path of simplicity,Open my eyes to traces of eternity,I’m lost, come meet me where
All these meanders and sleights of handAre a dead-end.They push me deeper into the dark.Their roads all finally narrowAnd swear to smother meIf I follow