Lord, may you grant me a lifeOf wealth and abundanceFreedom and humilityAllow me to understandThere is no life to expectOther than the one expecting us.
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Song From the Burn-Out Gulf (A Psalm For Modern Times)
I have exhausted myselfThere is no place left for me to tap into.Things to do have taken hold on meFrom dawn until dusk, mainly from
The Secret Joy of Jangling Keys (Late Night Poem)
On the edge of the edge of the Sleeping AbyssOn the tips of joined fingertips, worlds are connecting.On the black walls of internal nights, Sizzling
The Soul in Buddhism
Buddhism does not assent to the existence of an eternal soul. Minds raised in Christianism find in this latter assertion a sufficient reason to turn
Dharma Equivalence (note)
Harada, in The Essence of Zen (p74) sketches a fascinating equivalence : Present = Now = Nyoze (suchness) = Ku (emptiness)= Mu (nothingness) = Do
What Makes me Feel like Crying (2/2)
This poem is following : What Makes me Feel like Crying (1/2) This is the point where wordsCollapse into linesAnd lines fade out in dots,Where
What Makes me Feel like Crying (1/2)
–The illusion of present lives : the succession of thousands of hours, spent pretending we actually exist. –The illusion of past lives : stories, all
The Path of Non-Attachment
The path of non-attachment is exhausting,On every bend, we believe we have reached the home stretchOnly to discover we are headed to another turn.On this
Scalpen (Quote)
Across the paper sheet,Sliding in surgical signsThe therapeutic pen.Confident, studious,Riveted to the obligation of resultIt cuts and probes into the tissuesOpening on the beating heart.
The Freeing Perspective
Would there be anyone to tell me or show me in which fold from the Big Consciousness Cloth I have once again let myself be
IBE (In-Body-Experience)
To obsessed experiencers, aspiring NDErs, would-be OBErs, I’d like to remind this: You should never let the magic of you night travels and their secret
The Daring Souls
I know that you can seeThrough the walls, unfailingly.I know your sufferingWhen they gather with a contrived faceTo comment the paintings on the wall,The reflections
The Role of the Mind (in Times of Pandemic)
I feel a growing urge to invite people to get more accustomed to the following idea : Phenomena are a concrete realisation of our —
Back into a Plant
I’m trying to figure out why the sun I am receiving on my skin at this very moment is such an incredible mindfulness anchor, such
The Mixing Deck of our Soul
People talk about different music styles.Yet, in reality, the difference does not lay in the elements of definition we bring up in terms of harmonic
Notes & Silence 