Many couples work just like an out-of-tune accordion.They breathe in this double-keyboard instrument the rancid air of compensationAnd breathe out the wind of domination. Inhaling
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Where Roads Are Paved With Hearts
For this country, I feel a wild attraction, a magnetic, animal instinct.Nothing as refined as what you would expect for a country like this.Actually, I
Night Note
Julie, that night, through the doors of her soul,those who can watch sounds and hear colors,sees herself standing up and walk a few meters…while still
A Hand, A Slap
And now that it has become impossible for you to chase me away from homeThere is not a single place where I cannot feel at
Edge : Your Guide, My Jammer (1/2)
I would have loved us to walk there,Both of us. But the edge guiding your words and carrying the sound of your voiceJams everything.It disconnects
A Zen Garden Allegory
Matthew walks across the Zen garden of Kodaiji temple in Kyoto.He slowly moves forward along the dense thickets. Large rocks have put on a wet
Night Breathing
Tonight, as I switch between the comfort of a Kyoto hotel room which offers me a comfortable double bed,and the accusation of incongruity that arises
Never Obliged To
You can never force your mind to stop talking,But you are never obliged to listen. ©FJ August 2021Articles are available as books and e-books :
Youth, From The Hallway…
I have already been far enough into the irreversibleand had enough occasions to deny it from the banks of sadness – I’m telling you :
Body Wisdom
There is a form of violence that I apply to myself.It occurs at night, when I struggle with what appears as a wake-up phase I
Meeting The Kesa Of My Life
Today is February, the First, of 2019I am 39 years old.In a few minutes, we’ll celebrateThe seventh birthday of my younger son. At the back
One or Many Truths ?
(An Answer to Mary) I would say that the different levels of subjective truth intermingle. They are all true, on different degrees, depending on the
Newtonian Desire And Our Celestial Bodies
Desire is the magnetic power which keeps together the composing elements of our ‘self ‘.In proportion to its intensity, it joins and packs with more or
A Single Practice
If Buddhism speaks to me, it is because, when I read the texts or when I listen to the talks, they reflect practical experiences I’ve
Skin Networks
If I transpose contemporary forms of communication into one of our senses — touch –,It would correspond to being permanently grazed by hands.Our skin, over-stimulated,
Notes & Silence 