Ton doigt, en circuit lent et veloutéAux contours de mes oreillesRabattues par les vents. Aux carreaux de la nuitLa pluie d’automne ruisselanteMon corps détendu et
Ton doigt, en circuit lent et veloutéAux contours de mes oreillesRabattues par les vents. Aux carreaux de la nuitLa pluie d’automne ruisselanteMon corps détendu et
This life, desensitizedLiterally degenerates,Off-track, astrayGuided by Entropy AlmightyUnder mechanical grindersOf Time. Does it dilute on purpose ?Does it have, eventually, not to beAnyone left to
Les ragots, ce contre quoi la tradition nous met en garde…Ne pas s’y adonner constitue l’un des engagements sur la Voie du Bouddha. Les médisances,
A l’écoute impromptue d’un podcast de la radio RCF : l’intervenante donne quelques clés de lecture de l’Apocalypse de Saint Jean et me fait remarquer
This is not a literary commentary, nor some hermeneutic content.To say the truth, I have not read the entire text et, at this very moment,
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
Il me suffit de faire confiance au cheval de conscience.Lorsqu’il s’affole et que mes pérégrinations le perdent, Il est inutile de le brider à gauche,
Very old note, among scribbles at the bottom of digital boxes 🙂 Really, the greatest gift we can offer someone is space (Thich Nhat Hanh)
La question du Bon Dieu ne se pose tout simplement pas. Que tu pries ici ou là, vers ceci ou cela, n’est pas d’une extrême
Imagine a dream….You are giving yourself over to circular pleasures,Hidden by the surface foam from troubled waters,Until you notice distant flames on the shore Waving
At Zazen RestaurantThe menu reads : ‘Beauty, Peace and Joy’Eat in or take away ? Franck Joseph©FJ March 2021- All rights reserved.Articles are available in book and
Maybe the first hindrance on the way to peace is the initial belief that love is not possible, especially in situations when it seems to
A dry meditationReveals how deeply trapped we’ve allowed ourselves to become In ideas, both barren and fertile,In unclear, diffuse anxieties,In entertaining chorusesOn childhood and old
God means the bottom of your soul, your most intimate self, as Meister Eckart put it.You can look elsewhere, but be prepared for inconsistencies and
What do I care to ‘look wise’ ?Why would I want to dress with the attire of wisdom ?This sounds like an absurd objective to me. Yet,