Sitting zazen, I sometimes delve into my brother’s meander.If there ever has been anything magic in the practice, there it is.Doing this, I find the
Sitting zazen, I sometimes delve into my brother’s meander.If there ever has been anything magic in the practice, there it is.Doing this, I find the
On my skin,The glimmer of a candle flameBrings up Savannah.The colors of scrub landSoftly abandonedBy a setting sun. The light changesThe fine lines of timeInto
Poetry,The poetic mind,Can also be a sensibility which ends up penning the poet in spiritual drowsiness.From that point, the poetically inclined mind will dig to
It is not your position that I have anything against. I’m not attacking that…This is what you struggle to understand.This is the reason why you
On the teacher’s blackboard, nothing is impossible,In front of gaping eyes, I’m writing the word ‘writing’,I’m wiping the word ‘wiping’…I’m wiping the word ‘writing’, writing
Cruel words are not so for whom pronounces them. Therefore the angry, anxious or frustrated speaker should never be blamed, nor should he be the
Still digging out old posts….from earlier sitting sessions, back in 2016. I recently bumped into someone I had never met before.Someone I know more than
A trail of thoughtsOn which I walkThousands of milesOf pure brain-madeFabric-ationWoven mind-terialBehind and around usEven becoming usCovering the whole worldAnd everybody elseA trail of thoughtsWe
Spirituality : The way up, out of our misery.Art, here, can be spiritual.Art, literature, craftsmanship, daily life in general : anything landing between our hands,
Again, this is an old post I dug out and dusted out while preparing the next book… It is not because we communicate on a
Whatever the situation we’re always doing what we consider to be the best adjustment, the most suitable adaptation, considering our inner balance and it’s potential
Our human nature is beautiful.It often comes out unrecognizable, clumsy, illusion-driven…To the trained eye, no detour : the covering layers successively come undone to reveal
Thought is a tiny fly…It’s overexcited, voracious and insatiable. The mere beginning of the furthest of any approaching sound gets it flying all over us.
According to the Sutra,Where there is strength, drive, enthusiasm, vigor,There is awakening. These are various possible translations to the Virya Paramita (The Perfection of Energy).There
This life, desensitizedLiterally degenerates,Off-track, astrayGuided by Entropy AlmightyUnder mechanical grindersOf Time. Does it dilute on purpose ?Does it have, eventually, not to beAnyone left to