Sometimes, the feeling of bliss is so prevailing that I barely dare tothink about, say or do anything, for fear that I might break something
Sometimes, the feeling of bliss is so prevailing that I barely dare tothink about, say or do anything, for fear that I might break something
Zazen : Just sitting, up against the wall, and entering the unexpected space to survive.Free diving through existenceIs a frustrating experience for the adventurous spirit
When something is left unanswered, It is not necessarily the opposite of a Right answer Franck Joseph ©FJ Dec. 2020 – All rights reserved.Articles are available
Words fell off his mouth…Off his mouth, like a ripe fruitOr a milk tooth, pushed downBy the adult one, From his life, Blew the sound
The writing process is never complex. This does not mean anything.The complexity lies in the processes that the writer describes, not in the writing itself.
La musique des autres Leurs pas nus contre le sol de pierre Me parlent de la même énergie Elle aussi me nourrit De sa musique
Studying Buddhism, practicing the DharmaSuddenly discovering that anger can be droppedFor there is no one left to resent, no one to be mad at,No one
It is no small matter to fall through the film reel, the moment of a splice…the bliss of an absence, a moment of grace,A driven
La simple assise est la carte chance sur laquelle est inscrit : “Rendez vous à la case finale. Vous avez gagné”. Le pratiquant peut user
The traditional practice of Vipassana, through the path it unfolds under our feet, is an experiential teaching. Along this path, the pilgrim is taken by
Lord, may you grant me a lifeOf wealth and abundanceFreedom and humilityAllow me to understandThere is no life to expectOther than the one expecting us.
I have exhausted myselfThere is no place left for me to tap into.Things to do have taken hold on meFrom dawn until dusk, mainly from
Religion is not a pure herb,Let alone the place where the Principle of Life grows and inspires. Religion is a mix of herbs with a
This poem is following : What Makes me Feel like Crying (1/2) This is the point where wordsCollapse into linesAnd lines fade out in dots,Where
The path of non-attachment is exhausting,On every bend, we believe we have reached the home stretchOnly to discover we are headed to another turn.On this