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
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
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