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.
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.
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
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
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
But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For
Oddly enough, this note was written in December 2019, in a time when ‘lockdown’ referred more to sci-fi movies or exciting video games atmosphere than
There was something puzzled in me When you spoke, when you moved I would wait, further back, And then I understood. Your automatic cues, picked
The more objects you own,The further lost you’ll be. After all those years spent fantasizing over induced desires, Coveting ready-made solutions to non-existing problems, Stacking
Méditer, c’est ne pas en revenir de la force magnétique de conviction du mental, de l’emprise, la domination qu’il exerce……et puis, en revenir quand même.
Meditating to the point of ego-nyModern meditative practices leave people dried up.Enthusiasts, at first, they later become swollen with an egotic liquid.While convinced they move
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.