What I need to do with vedanas (1) is : …nothing.As soon as I attempt to deal with the ‘vedana phenomenon’, I have no other option
Étiquette : meditation
Breathing our Way Back
Breathing is the thread poking out,The one on which you drawTo reach back to the Spirit. Franck Joseph©FJ Jan 2021- All rights reserved.Articles are available
Travels in Guilt
Guilt can sometimes be a strategy to divert ourselves from mindfulness practices.It therefore becomes the support for yet another wild journey of inner sensations. Guilt
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
See-Through Paint
All along these pages of practice,I could say that successive layers of paint appear…The yellowish ego starts showing through.Could it all be painted with the
WindFulness
We have let the Spirit pass throughWithout tying ends together,Or trying to hoard anything. The wind flows freelyWhen rooms have open windows Franck Joseph©FJ Jan
Vedanight
One of them, caughtBetween my fingers, staredFor what it is. They’re all out at nightPassing through my inner skyAll different in speed, shape and brightnessBut
The Equations of my Inner Cosmos
The ball has bounced on my side of the netAnd I’ve hit it back.In a snap, I kept the game going.The only thing I had
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
Splash of Joy
Stepping on the threshold of quietusSatori : wholly enteringWithin reach of awakening, being spattered With a single drop, a bath of plenitude,In one second of
Silences
Even though Silence, in essence, is one,It encompasses many degrees It all begins with the silence of discomfort,When the very first holes widen their outer
Sleeping Scene
The breathing pump is deepening its movementsLower, lowerI can hear the dim questions rising from withinI can see the mind slightly starting to driftAway, at
Where Practice Stops, Practice Begins
The tools held at our disposal, by eastern traditions as well as systems from which they derive, do not open on any experience of transcendence…
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
Alone in the Elevator (?)
Breathing in, Breathing out,Thoughts have their own cycles.Suddenly, one disappears and the next one does not arise.A bit of waiting, it does not come. The
Notes & Silence 