To the ones who experience lack of physical contact as a frustration, I’d like to testify. Touching is not only about human bodies or animal
Étiquette : love
The Ritual Within
The true ritual is within us. Ritual. At most, what we generally refer to as ‘rituals’ across different traditions act as a mirror, an occasion to
The Daughter, the Son we are…
Whenever I surrender to the Father, I withdraw from the ego room. The movement, the release of energy is the same. The love rising
Take the words off the mix
Turn the fader now Press the time switch Take the words off the mix You’ll be at peace, for a moment … Yet knowing they
To the Morning Whistler
(french version available here : Au Siffloteur des Matins) From the fierce immaturity of my teenage years, I would question him about the endless universe
Let Them Fall Awake…
Don’t let people believe they should ‘do nothing’ while meditating. Nor let them think their practice should follow a spirit of non-profit. Quite the opposite
A Coffee Machine Awakening Practice
Julie sometimes happened to remind herself of how she was when she lived her previous life : offices, colleagues, dumb tasks, barren talks at the
Naima (Secret Code)
If there were only one song I’d wish to play for the rest of my days, it would be Naima, by John Coltrane. A single
Compulsive Sign Readers
« Learn how to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon. » Ikkyu and, doing so, beware of the risk
Loving People (Quote)
Franck Joseph ©FJ Dec2018 Poèmes, recueils, articles et romans disponibles en format papier : LIVRES ET RECUEILS
Where were you when it first clicked ?
So subtle, so subtle were you there when the protection clicked ? were you there to smile and defuse it ? Left unchecked, the circuit
Je suis un Peuple Puéril
« cette vision toujours plus large est le Mahayana
d’où l’on observe nos marmots intérieurs, notre peuplade sauvage… »
La Tour de Babel (2/2)
Ce texte fait suite à La Tour de Babel (1/2) Lorsque tu me parles, au milieu du bruit des bouches, des pas, des récits de
Like a Mantra in the Night
When the mind won’t rest even for half a second when it vacuums every bit of potential awareness What is left then but prayers to
Welcoming
Even when you get hit right in the heart by the stones of my words you keep embracing life In the puddle filled by a
Notes & Silence 