Whenever the taste of life rises to my mouth,Without a reason why, without anything extraordinary going on,One stick of incense in a hand, one candle
Whenever the taste of life rises to my mouth,Without a reason why, without anything extraordinary going on,One stick of incense in a hand, one candle
The extra-ordinary in lifeis life itself.It does not lay in the action or in the activity that has been accomplished,but in the raising of the
How often have I longed for the encounterWith the human being inside of you.On every occasion, I have found nothingBut a battery of tightly knotted
Inner life can only be…alive.A deadened inner life is the promise ushered by ideological fences and well-groomed concepts.The teaching at the heart of Zen is
It is often said that physical death is not the opposite of life.Yet, I feel as if I were the one initiating this revelation.This sentence
Meditating on the Cross is contemplating the power of the SpiritTo transform, to glorify, and to haveAll the heavy, the entangled, the ugly, the stagnating,Spring
Why do ‘believers” have to be fully obsessed with trying to obstruct Life,To strangle Life between their nervous fingers ? How can we not end
To say the truth, I do not know whether we are re-born after death, whether transmigration guides our souls, or stay in a land of
Sitting, in the middle of the prairieBreathing, listening to your breath,Ask yourself the question : where is God ?Here, now, between you and the breathing,Within
Jesus turns water into wine.A couple of bread loaves into a thousand-person meal,Death into lifeLimits into infinity,Smothering into Divine Breath ©FJ Sept 2021 – Many
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
When Jesus says he has not come to abolish the Scriptures, but to accomplish them (“Do not think that I have come to abolish the
The day will come,Because it eventually has to,When all the business filling your life,The one you’ve grabbed hold of all these days,Until the backwash of
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
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