Sura 3:1, –He said, “My Lord, give me a sign.” He said, “Your sign is that you shall not speak to the people for three
Sura 3:1, –He said, “My Lord, give me a sign.” He said, “Your sign is that you shall not speak to the people for three
Presence,Mindfulness, Is the presence of GodAwakening within ourselves, God’s ConsciousnessEnlightening from the midst of our existence. As we deepen and simplify our practice, we are
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 little light of mineI’m gonna let it shine’ With such a fragment of lightSet ablaze in our inner tubeA result of a supple moveUnfurled
The Buddha’s approach is beyond space and time.Targeted by questions and scratches in the Fabric of Reality, A Buddha simply sits and allows the Dharma
From the bus window, music in the headphonesColors landscapes with graceAnd on the shore of the lipsA smile surfaces to welcome life As I awaken
Beauty lies in the slightest moveIt sizzles behind every sound,But you don’t see it yet. One spoonful of instant coffee in hot water. Franck Joseph©FJ
Like an ageing actor, playing out of tuneAs he tries on poses and reflexes from his brighter years,We sometimes sit a broken zen. Like a
Meditating is a bit like trying to scrape the corner of an old label stuck on a glass bottle.Some will tease it with the tip
I truly enter the heart of practice – that is, the place where practice ends / transcending moments of insightful grace, when there was nothing
Limiting all inner life phenomena to our the activity of the mind, is having an ideological perspective as well as a fragmentary experience of the
Stepping on the threshold of quietusSatori : wholly enteringWithin reach of awakening, being spattered With a single drop, a bath of plenitude,In one second of
Imagine that, by inserting a plug upside down and inverting polarities, devices would then functionTherefore, vacuum cleaners would start expelling air through their pipes. We
Breathing in, Breathing out,Thoughts have their own cycles.Suddenly, one disappears and the next one does not arise.A bit of waiting, it does not come. The
Trapped in this urban fiction, cutting them off from nature and thereby creating the « environment » as a by-product of their fictitious extraction, human beings, through