This is practice : I probe the crustTerrestrial crust, at the end of my dowser. I tap the mallet, a little bit here,Another bit there,
Étiquette : help
Attachment to Non-Attachment : Case Study
At any time, in every tradition, land-clearing practitioners, spiritual adventurers have had their donators, benefactors, helpers along the way, bringing them support, one way or
Zazen Responds
To the saturation of our psychological field,Zazen responds by increasing our buffer memory. To the impending smothering event, due to the rising level of water,Zazen
A Hand, A Slap
And now that it has become impossible for you to chase me away from homeThere is not a single place where I cannot feel at
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
To Survivors
Take a good look at the mechanical motor-racing track :The circuit where your mind is trapped.Behind the roar of enginesSit with distant eyesSee those never-ending
Sitting For You
Sitting zazen, I sometimes delve into my brother’s meander.If there ever has been anything magic in the practice, there it is.Doing this, I find the
Poetic Slope
Poetry,The poetic mind,Can also be a sensibility which ends up penning the poet in spiritual drowsiness.From that point, the poetically inclined mind will dig to
One Flash Here
‘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
Meeting with a Friendly Vampire
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
Ego-ny
Meditating to the point of ego-nyModern meditative practices leave people dried up.Enthusiasts, at first, they later become swollen with an egotic liquid.While convinced they move
Stranger-Friend-Angel
The long-awaited friendDoesn’t know himself as such.He simply walks to me,Breaches the awkward silenceBetween me and the world,And serves my soul The long-awaited words. Franck
Song From the Burn-Out Gulf (A Psalm For Modern Times)
I have exhausted myselfThere is no place left for me to tap into.Things to do have taken hold on meFrom dawn until dusk, mainly from
Notes & Silence 