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

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
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