Again, this is a old post I’m pulling out from under the pile as I am currently editing the next book…I’ve decided to give it
Étiquette : life
Living So Much More
This life, intense, the life that goes to the teenage headThis, life, boundless and explosive, the life moving the child running in laughter, This life,
O.S.T
From the bus window, music in the headphonesColors landscapes with graceAnd on the shore of the lipsA smile surfaces to welcome life As I awaken
« If I Could Not Breathe Zen… »
Just this once will not hurt : I am simply sharing the content of somebody else…As it is, without trying to comment or add anything
Opening to Another World
Letting life unfold means des-inventing ourselves.Day in, day out, allowing the densified clusters of our emulated personality To crumble back to dust, enjoying the winds
Wide Angle Awakening
Limiting all inner life phenomena to our the activity of the mind, is having an ideological perspective as well as a fragmentary experience of the
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
Shorter Than A Koan
The oak tree in the temple yard, (1)Calling the Earth to witnessSame anchoringSame simple mindSame footprint in realitySame resolution to lifeObvious choice of happiness within
Where Your Treasure Is…
But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For
‘Not of this World’
Words fell off his mouth…Off his mouth, like a ripe fruitOr a milk tooth, pushed downBy the adult one, From his life, Blew the sound
I Sit
Beyond steep rocks erecting and stone blocks combiningIn a densified mountain range,I sit Through the deafness of dark nightsWhere questions are held captive,I sit Along
The Waiting-Room Prayer
Lord, may you grant me a lifeOf wealth and abundanceFreedom and humilityAllow me to understandThere is no life to expectOther than the one expecting us.
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
The Middle Way
The Middle WayThe path to awakening, The Way of the Buddha Is not a road of half-heartednessA lukewarm comfort between everything and its opposite. The
Behind the Smile of the Old Man (2)
What appears to me as truly wonderful, is that the aging process does not seem to impact the sheer joy of being. This experience can
Notes & Silence 