The virus is spreading and everyone wants it to end.It tries to survive, to outlive everyone.It struggles, mutates and end up putting out, once it
The virus is spreading and everyone wants it to end.It tries to survive, to outlive everyone.It struggles, mutates and end up putting out, once it
Compelled by the oppressive context of our collective daily life, the one to which, as a people, a part of humanity, we are tied, I
I see such entities — Google, and the rest — as a parent both near and far, that we anxiously question as soon as the
The koan of my life, up to now, is as follows :‘How to be a wandering monk without being a wandering monk ?’ How can
The times of old age already herald the times of childhood,And the watermarked child appears through the old man.Relaxation and contraction: childhood unfurls again.Even though
What we call ‘spirituality’Is often the art of plasteringwith full silos of slimy glueSomething swift and simplePeople keep jumping from one silo to the next…Salutary
I sometimes feel God is brooding on thoughtsIn our inner language, God is taking shapeThrough words, God may hatch out.Way ahead of all this maturation
Notice the grace,The grace is gone. ©FJ May 2021 – Groupe de PratiqueRecueils — Participations
« If you meet the Buddha, kill him »,This is a common statement in Zen Buddhism… This is how it resonates in me, today : If you hear
My job, my love, my life, here it is :How much of an ignorant fool must one be To search for any meaning elsewhere.Where my
This may sound as a derogatory term : ‘disillusioned’ comes to tag those among us who jar with the channels of common enthusiasm.We have entered the diktat
Still digging out old posts….from earlier sitting sessions, back in 2016. I recently bumped into someone I had never met before.Someone I know more than
A trail of thoughtsOn which I walkThousands of milesOf pure brain-madeFabric-ationWoven mind-terialBehind and around usEven becoming usCovering the whole worldAnd everybody elseA trail of thoughtsWe
Spirituality : The way up, out of our misery.Art, here, can be spiritual.Art, literature, craftsmanship, daily life in general : anything landing between our hands,
Again, this is an old post I dug out and dusted out while preparing the next book… It is not because we communicate on a