Incense gives texture to airColours sprinkle voices in a sceneryRhythm pulse matter into life. ©FJ May 2024Recueils / Participations
Incense gives texture to airColours sprinkle voices in a sceneryRhythm pulse matter into life. ©FJ May 2024Recueils / Participations
Contemplative : Admirer of consciousness, every moment, seeing oneself seeingand disappear, fully present, in the sweetness of nature, in the tumult of the streets, Being
Silent sitting is teaching yourselfTo come back to thesimplicitybeautyoneness Of what is Silent sitting is teaching yourselfto come back to emptinesswaiting behind phenomena. ©FJ Nov
Physical beauty is to human beings what geographical condition is to a country. Some countries, by the mere fact of by being located at a
Sitting for an hour,A playful corner of my skullsucks me in,jingles and puns,In the softness of amazementThat same old stupid me ©ndraw@protonmail.com – Jan 2023–Recueils–Participations-Pratique
High candle,Low candle,The lighting is very different, And the candle is the candle,Even if the candle is not the candle -Long candle,Freshly lit candleWinter reflections,
The beauty of prayer is not in the candle.It is a prayer in the beauty of your heart when you approach the candle to light
« There is no other God but God. » Is it possible that this fundamental phrase of Islam, the primordial prayer of all practitioners, is the way
The Heart of Man is baked on a cushion.There, it holds seeds and landscapes of Nature, When the Heart appreciates beautyWithout saying a word,Man ripens,
Read part 1 here In these few lines from Christ,I find the call of the practice of Zen : The invitation to turn our attention
(re-post) You can keep you dirty power,I don’t want it !Keep it and please, stop wagging it under my nose ! I know you’re unable
Our human nature is beautiful.It often comes out unrecognizable, clumsy, illusion-driven…To the trained eye, no detour : the covering layers successively come undone to reveal
At Zazen RestaurantThe menu reads : ‘Beauty, Peace and Joy’Eat in or take away ? Franck Joseph©FJ March 2021- All rights reserved.Articles are available in book and
The sea had recededOnce again, she found herself stranded on the sandbank of the weekend. Soon enough, a wave swelling from the horizon will come
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