Music is a magnet to our attention.Like a light bulb has insects dash into the halo – out of ignorance,They penetrate it to death.Magnetized by
Music is a magnet to our attention.Like a light bulb has insects dash into the halo – out of ignorance,They penetrate it to death.Magnetized by
Long have I lived in the outlet storeOf assembly-line music,There, it filled meWith ethereal echoesConcentrated syrupEmotional quicksandHorizons to follow,Facing overwhelmed eyes. I understand now that
Take a good look at the mechanical motor-racing track :The circuit where your mind is trapped.Behind the roar of enginesSit with distant eyesSee those never-ending
To find peace of mind,I would have given everything To find peace of mind,I have given everything Now that I own nothingI’m waiting for that
Alone in the world, so fragileThere is no one to care for himHe slowly walks along the stripOf stones flanked by emptiness. Slapped by the
There’s nothing like your wordsTo double-lock time,To turn it into clots,Into scabs and scabsBack into tissue. Reduced from the layersImpacted by the sharp tone of
In the Aramaic language he spoke, Jesus passed on the prayer we have been hearing since childhood. This may sound as groundbreaking news for some
The heart generates a magnetic field 400 times more powerful than the brain’s.From my heart to your heart ( I shin den shin),A master to
Repost from a previous article———— -Think about someone…Pick one of your relationships.Not anything sweet and tender.Something dry.The one person who makes you sad, the one
Re-post in a book editing context / The mind does not leave the mind.It can never escape itselfThe harder it tries to access more subtle
This is a re-post from a 3-year-old article…This article is a free adaptation from the French version: Où la Brume est Brume Clinging to thoughts
As unexpected to some as it may sound, Christianity and Zen Buddhism, once we go past the usual ways of perception, reveal in essence the
We need to sit a simple zazen,To allow space to insufflate.A ‘strong zazen’ is a constriction,The spirit of peace cannot squeeze in. A rigid and
There comes a certain degree of understandingWhere we clearly seeThat the pilgrim, repeating his Prayer of the HeartPenetrates his own realityAnd enters his deeper Self.
I wrote this quick note after listening to the philosopher Michel Foucault, philosopher. What follows does not pretend to be an explanation of his thinking…Just