One of the potentially confusing characteristic of our modern ‘Communication’ consists in responding with disconcerting obstinacy just a few degrees next to the question.So much
Étiquette : family
Spilling Words
People who talk a lot, all the time,Tell us about the reason of never-ending logorrhea.To discover it, you need to listen very carefully while they
Therefore I’m Bored
The boredom generated by those mass movies (those massively produced, targeting the widest possible audience) is not the result of some kind of a sudden
A Wolf, At Night
You’re blowing the squalls of magnetic particles,they infiltrate my mind, steal me from the presentthey flatten my inner landscapes to the boardwhere the absence of
Mind-Jacking
Once again, you thunder.The mental squall blowing me away from the present, again. Emotional hostage-taking attempt. Mind-jacking.You won’t get me. The rumble of your words
Meeting The Kesa Of My Life
Today is February, the First, of 2019I am 39 years old.In a few minutes, we’ll celebrateThe seventh birthday of my younger son. At the back
A Wide Wide Heart (4/4)
Not expecting anything,Insight may arise. She realized thatIf she had been standing there,Ready to jump in feet first,It was not her heart which had been
A Wide Wide Heart (3/4)
Both hands in the pocketsTo clasp in the center of palmsThe object of her faithThe echo from elsewhereSolutions from here… A soft, velvet pebbleHas gone
A Wide Wide Heart (2/4)
Julie was knocked out, stupor-stricken.She had been sitting there, in shock, for hours, days maybe.Whenever she tried to escape that state, to trick its mesmerizing
Zooming out on Couples
The couple format is to man/woman relation what Zazen practice is to our lives :It needs to offer enough space to appreciate our great freedom. Franck
A Wide Wide Heart (1/4)
The monster living inside your rib cageHas shown his face through your eyesAnd roared through your voice.Had the cage gone too small ?Has anyone forgotten to
The Tsunami Child and the Shore Parent
This is a Re-Post — When he emotionally overwhelms his father The child sweeps away everything on the path. You’d better have few belongings to
Meeting Beyond Conflict – ‘We Had A Fight’
He is not talking about objective facts, the violence of what has really been said…But about the thunderous resonance these words had in his inner
A Royal Coat
If she places me on a pedestal It is because I am small. If she pins me up among the stars It is because I’m
Spilling Life On The Soil
There’s nothing like your wordsTo double-lock time,To turn it into clots,Into scabs and scabsBack into tissue. Reduced from the layersImpacted by the sharp tone of
Notes & Silence 