Before love and hate,before fear and rejectionAhead of those words isNeither ….Neither love nor hate, neither choice nor rejection. This «neither » is not a negation,
Before love and hate,before fear and rejectionAhead of those words isNeither ….Neither love nor hate, neither choice nor rejection. This «neither » is not a negation,
There is no difference between between the practice of simple sitting and emptying the compost bag into the compost bin.In the kitchen, the peelings start
I place my inner finger on a psychological bias, at the root of great suffering, of irremediable loneliness, of deep despair.We have a natural, extremely
The man of the night – David! I understand your callI could use your wordsCan I?Give me your words! I don’t have any left, today,And
Grabbing the pen,What else could I do?I don’t know how to wield a sword nor am I able to swiftly swing my fists.Grabbing the quill,
Rushing to pick up your fifteen-year-old son at the bus stop as a rainstorm suddenly broke, Set in motion by the same momentum that rushed
Each word has its energyCan you feel it ? Follow it nowTake any word,Mix sound and meaning together,Each word is an orientation that you give
I can feel the sugar rising,the caffeine throbbing in me,I feel the needle trembling I am deeply calm. ©FJ Jan 2024Recueils / Participation/ Groupe De
At a time when the GAFAM have officially buried the beauty of the spirit blowing on the creation of the Internet,The paper letter, 12th century-style,
Whenever I speak while practicing silent sitting,It’s not really me talking to you,It is who I am,And I’m not talking to you from here,But from
Go tell this to the nations: against those who want nothing, the world can do nothing,The world has no hold. Go tell the world that
The parent, stunned by the onslaught of daily life, whose soul is worn down by the winds of wear and tear, always ends up forgetting
Note that he who goes to sleep with a mind still smoky from the dark thoughts of the evening and he who wakes up with
The true master is the one who constantly points towards the everyday, the simple, the just-ahead,the one who is his teaching on an after, complex
Practicing before dawn,Writing at the edge of the nightAre allegories of awakening. Travel the few meters that separate the bed and the cushion,when the house