Could it be this initial feeling of betrayal by our physical body — ours and others’– , which drives us to deepen our medical knowledge ?Is
Étiquette : meditation
Night Sand
The limitations of your mind are the bricks against which you keep banging,without necessarily knowing it,Bricks that will eventually crumble down.Walls and floors alike block
Excited Emotions
Being in such a way that our absence does not generate a feeling of absence,Instantly disarming any attempt at attaching,Is this sheer cruelty or a
Night Nutriments
Unspeakable sounds decimate the forests of my nights.Ancestral inhabitants, friendly residents,Flee towards other dark fogs of silence. Acid rains of the unsaidDrip through leaves and
Pure, Not Pure
The Heart of Being can never linger on the questions of what is pure and not pure.This is incomprehensible for such a Heart. The one
Nothing About Buddhism
The true monk has no title and wears no robe.The true disciple of the Buddha knows nothing about Buddhism. ©FJ Jan 2022Recueils / ParticipationsTelegram (Publications
Un-Hoped For Vows From A Boddhisattva
This sadness is unfathomable,Through this practice, I sit beyond. Mistakes from the past are beyond repair.Through this practice, I wipe them all and sit beyond.
Patchy Representations
The contentious status of a relation to the other is, before anything else, a relation to all conflict energies present in the relation we have
Sit Like A Buddhist
Sitting as a Buddhist,Really sit as a Buddhist,Sitting without holding the Buddhist reading grids with one hand and with the other what is happening or
Stars Of Zenitude
I do not seek to define Zen.Yet, there would be enough here to keep one busy a full lifetime.I have no interest in knowing what
Burning Zazen
Zazen, act of compassion, toward ourselves and the world.Not in a two-step movement,But in a single moment.Through this sitting, emerges an opportunity for all fires
Laying Hands
I realize the beauty of a job consisting in laying my hands on something, and letting them takeAn animal, a wooden board, a human body,
The Taste Of Life
Whenever the taste of life rises to my mouth,Without a reason why, without anything extraordinary going on,One stick of incense in a hand, one candle
The Extra-Ordinary In Life
The extra-ordinary in lifeis life itself.It does not lay in the action or in the activity that has been accomplished,but in the raising of the
One Coin of Wisdom, Two Sides
-Christ’s version : Truth will set you free.-The Buddha’s version Lies will lock you up. Franck Joseph – ©FJ Dec 2021Recueils / ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et
Notes & Silence 