The intellectual appeal for a country, a civilization, is actually the result of an emotion raised by an esthetics peculiar to a mental environment.The cultural
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Can You Read Thoughts ?
Can you read between the thoughts,Strategies to soften, highlight, conceal or bypassThe slice of Reality opening to you ? Franck Joseph©FJ Jan 2021- All rights reserved.Articles
Calm and Joyful
The colors of life dancing in meAre now blending differently,Delicate glows slowly emergingAnd vividness ready to dim. It is good, it is sad,It is calm
« If I Could Not Breathe Zen… »
Just this once will not hurt : I am simply sharing the content of somebody else…As it is, without trying to comment or add anything
The Practice of Ignorance
It is very clear to my eyes, that the underlying power conveying thoughts does not belong to me.When the vertical axis collides with and opens
I Stumbled on a Zafu (note)
I truly enter the heart of practice – that is, the place where practice ends / transcending moments of insightful grace, when there was nothing
Through The Impossible Sitting
From the hearth of tensionCatching a glimpse of stillness From the sputtering surface frothRemembering the depths Amid the impossible practiceSitting Zazen Franck Joseph©FJ Jan 2021-
What Do I Do With Sensations ?
What I need to do with vedanas (1) is : …nothing.As soon as I attempt to deal with the ‘vedana phenomenon’, I have no other option
Breathing our Way Back
Breathing is the thread poking out,The one on which you drawTo reach back to the Spirit. Franck Joseph©FJ Jan 2021- All rights reserved.Articles are available
Travels in Guilt
Guilt can sometimes be a strategy to divert ourselves from mindfulness practices.It therefore becomes the support for yet another wild journey of inner sensations. Guilt
Opening to Another World
Letting life unfold means des-inventing ourselves.Day in, day out, allowing the densified clusters of our emulated personality To crumble back to dust, enjoying the winds
See-Through Paint
All along these pages of practice,I could say that successive layers of paint appear…The yellowish ego starts showing through.Could it all be painted with the
WindFulness
We have let the Spirit pass throughWithout tying ends together,Or trying to hoard anything. The wind flows freelyWhen rooms have open windows Franck Joseph©FJ Jan
Silence on Fire
When a silent talk is impossibleWe can settle for a voiced version. Casual, useless wordsAs a reserved veilLaid on a silence of fire Franck Joseph©FJ
Vedanight
One of them, caughtBetween my fingers, staredFor what it is. They’re all out at nightPassing through my inner skyAll different in speed, shape and brightnessBut
Notes & Silence 