By living in the rapids of the world,The doors of the soul remain closed. The sizzling fire and the rising heatRemain unreached Far off in
Étiquette : night
Praying Yourself To Sleep
Praying yourself to sleep,Sinking into the night,Pushed by one day’s shortcomings,And drawn by the next morning in the hope of right action. ©FJ April 2022Recueils
Certainly Not A Dream
Maintaining the gaze in this other dimension. What I strive to do.The veil had been lifted and the eyes were opened to it. From below,
He Who Laughs
One thing that makes me really sad, is the pointlessness of chaotic behaviors.All this mess,All this noise,Creating so muchAnxiety, so much tensionAll this exponential suffering.Every
In the Drawer Of Our Body
As one folds one’s clothes before placing them in the chest of drawers,You should arrange your mind correctly before falling asleep, so that when you
Aquarium Visit Vs. Ocean Dive
Night reading, as a strategy to bringing back inner calm, to carry us back in the sand of sleep, is highly interesting.Night reading allows to
Night Sand
The limitations of your mind are the bricks against which you keep banging,without necessarily knowing it,Bricks that will eventually crumble down.Walls and floors alike block
Night Nutriments
Unspeakable sounds decimate the forests of my nights.Ancestral inhabitants, friendly residents,Flee towards other dark fogs of silence. Acid rains of the unsaidDrip through leaves and
Stars Of Zenitude
I do not seek to define Zen.Yet, there would be enough here to keep one busy a full lifetime.I have no interest in knowing what
River Bed
Letting yourself get carried away by sleepSurrendering yourself over to the sleeping currentThere is nothing surprising in the difficulties encounteredBy the one we have so
A Wolf, At Night
You’re blowing the squalls of magnetic particles,they infiltrate my mind, steal me from the presentthey flatten my inner landscapes to the boardwhere the absence of
Night Note
Julie, that night, through the doors of her soul,those who can watch sounds and hear colors,sees herself standing up and walk a few meters…while still
Night Breathing
Tonight, as I switch between the comfort of a Kyoto hotel room which offers me a comfortable double bed,and the accusation of incongruity that arises
A Private ‘Game’ (Note from a Dream)
I’d like to share with you something private, something intimate. This is not something I usually do. At least, not so bluntly and devoid of
The Secret Joy of Jangling Keys (Late Night Poem)
On the edge of the edge of the Sleeping AbyssOn the tips of joined fingertips, worlds are connecting.On the black walls of internal nights, Sizzling
Notes & Silence 