How unskillful that is,Using others’ errant ways to cover our own wanderings,to take the blanket they would like us to tuck them in with,and try
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Where Your Treasure Is…
But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For
Freedom Under Lockdown
Oddly enough, this note was written in December 2019, in a time when ‘lockdown’ referred more to sci-fi movies or exciting video games atmosphere than
Into Being Now
There was something puzzled in me When you spoke, when you moved I would wait, further back, And then I understood. Your automatic cues, picked
Wire of Objects
The more objects you own,The further lost you’ll be. After all those years spent fantasizing over induced desires, Coveting ready-made solutions to non-existing problems, Stacking
Ego-ny
Meditating to the point of ego-nyModern meditative practices leave people dried up.Enthusiasts, at first, they later become swollen with an egotic liquid.While convinced they move
Would You Believe The Bliss ?
Sometimes, the feeling of bliss is so prevailing that I barely dare tothink about, say or do anything, for fear that I might break something
Secret Pipe
Zazen : Just sitting, up against the wall, and entering the unexpected space to survive.Free diving through existenceIs a frustrating experience for the adventurous spirit
Silence Left is Right
When something is left unanswered, It is not necessarily the opposite of a Right answer Franck Joseph ©FJ Dec. 2020 – All rights reserved.Articles are available
‘Not of this World’
Words fell off his mouth…Off his mouth, like a ripe fruitOr a milk tooth, pushed downBy the adult one, From his life, Blew the sound
Writing a Way Out
The writing process is never complex. This does not mean anything.The complexity lies in the processes that the writer describes, not in the writing itself.
My Perfect Life
Old masters are my friendsLiving where I am is my daily occupationTying long blades of grass togetherSlowly repairing the hut, Though old masters are long
Compulsory Figure
‘What was your true face before the birth of your parents ?’ Without diving in the fathomless depths of this — literally — mind-blowing koan,
Stranger-Friend-Angel
The long-awaited friendDoesn’t know himself as such.He simply walks to me,Breaches the awkward silenceBetween me and the world,And serves my soul The long-awaited words. Franck
A Gift of Peace and Freedom
Studying Buddhism, practicing the DharmaSuddenly discovering that anger can be droppedFor there is no one left to resent, no one to be mad at,No one
Notes & Silence 