Books about spirituality are often a catalogue displaying the psychological material of others.At best, they tell about others’ experiences,A few specks of dust, glittering in
Étiquette : experience
The Spirit Blows Where It Wills
It is not because the Holy Spirit does not need anyone,That no one needs the Holy Spirit to need them. Franck Joseph — ©FJ Sept
Discursive Erosion
This is what exhausts the heart of Man and causes their ruin.Activities, whether sound or not, drain our being’s resources after jamming them. From the
Reality Happens
A war, a systemic collapseThe organization of our modern world around automobiles,The disappearing of automobilesSurviving without moneyThe extinction of 99 % of living speciesSurviving without a
World-Ends Prayer
I desperately need a breath of fresh airTo renew the rancid climate of former stagnancy.I have been short of breath for so long,Lord, help me
A Religion Of Words
Words can occur ahead of the experience.In the same way a mirror does not create reality, words are not necessary.On occasion, they may initiate the
Great Freedom
Doubt, stress, anxiety, are the expression of our ‘small self’.The great freedom is calm and loving.Having faith in the Way means opening to the infinitude
River Bed
Letting yourself get carried away by sleepSurrendering yourself over to the sleeping currentThere is nothing surprising in the difficulties encounteredBy the one we have so
All Individual, All Collective
What a detour through Japan allows to understand: Focusing on the individual level is a bottomless pit of suffering.Westerners are constantly questioning and further wrapping
Stealing Back Time
Banging my head in your narrow minds is suffocating : I need to get out.And I’ve withered long enough in the dullness of your aspirations.Your complacency
Night Note
Julie, that night, through the doors of her soul,those who can watch sounds and hear colors,sees herself standing up and walk a few meters…while still
Words Of Sand
Sometimes, grains which are thinner, purer than the rest are filtered through their more compact mineral brothers.And, from the very first movement of the sieve,Those
A Zen Garden Allegory
Matthew walks across the Zen garden of Kodaiji temple in Kyoto.He slowly moves forward along the dense thickets. Large rocks have put on a wet
Seek The Fire
The fire, incubating underneath all the words :Here’s what deserves our mindful focus. Words are nothing but the desperate leftovers, remnants from psychological play-dough,Thrown on
My Kesa (A Robe of Words )
(Re-post) Each of these articles is a stitch on my kesa.On every sentence I have landed my attention.Sometimes stable, sometimes restless,Always trying to touch upon
Notes & Silence 