Knowledge is never binary. There’s a whole range of potential positions from ‘I know’ to ‘I don’t know’.Those coordinates along these axes are not compartmentalized.The
Étiquette : consciousness
Space in My Palm
It is true that meditating is at the same time moving around our surface being,Losing oneself in the mind maze,Clinging back to the central axis
Mist as Mist
This is a re-post from a 3-year-old article…This article is a free adaptation from the French version: Où la Brume est Brume Clinging to thoughts
« Your Sign Is … »
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
Soul Perfumes
There is an aroma for every soul,Something in the air,Unrelated to age or experiences,A deeper connection, ahead of it all Some fragrances suit us, let’s
Between The Dreadful Drafts
This life, desensitizedLiterally degenerates,Off-track, astrayGuided by Entropy AlmightyUnder mechanical grindersOf Time. Does it dilute on purpose ?Does it have, eventually, not to beAnyone left to
Analog Development
When I take the emo-graphic platesout of the chest vessel,What do they reveal ?(The chemical bath is complex and the eyes, uneducated.) The flowers and the
Sleeping Scene
The breathing pump is deepening its movementsLower, lowerI can hear the dim questions rising from withinI can see the mind slightly starting to driftAway, at
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.
The Waiting-Room Prayer
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.
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
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
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.
Notes & Silence 