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
Étiquette : mindfulness
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
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
The Same View
Every move, gently made is an offering to the world; Laying a cup, filling it, floating on the waves of existence. Ordinary brutality is an
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…
Present Past
Zazen counts years backwardsSitting soflty sands sediments off our eyes Dogen mentioned that time flowed from the present to the past.What his vision was, as
Square Awakening
Trapped in this urban fiction, cutting them off from nature and thereby creating the « environment » as a by-product of their fictitious extraction, human beings, through
Où est ton Trésor ….
Mais amassez-vous des trésors dans le ciel, où la teigne et la rouille ne détruisent point, et où les voleurs ne percent ni ne dérobent.
A Grateful Body
Something, in the grace of of your pace, in the lighthearted smile as you approachLets me know you’ve changed. Your body is now thankfulAfter decades
Tell me, why do you even talk ?
Among all this illusory unfurling of existence, what is the role of language ?Is it the raw materials, the necessary supply to set all connected
Note to Christians, Buddhists, Believers ….
The reason why I can’t resolve to subscribing to some beliefs is because those beliefs can never actually resolve me. They do not dissolve the
Notes & Silence 