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Étiquette : nights
Piercing the Monk’s Crust
There are nights, like this night,when I wonder if, in the end, never having achieved what I wanted to, is not the greatest grace of
The Desire In Fabric Squares
A lightningPierces the strata of my dream.Like a needle of fireFollowed by a luminous thread,Sews together the squares of scattered fabrics And leads me to
Winter Gusts
There are times in a life,Crossroads in the nights,When the energies passing throughCan be upsettingly violent. The practice of Zazen, sitting meditation, Creates conditions for
Vedanight
One of them, caughtBetween my fingers, staredFor what it is. They’re all out at nightPassing through my inner skyAll different in speed, shape and brightnessBut
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
Writing a Way Out
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.
The Freeing Perspective
Would there be anyone to tell me or show me in which fold from the Big Consciousness Cloth I have once again let myself be
Towards the Magma Heart
It is often said that, to each ‘external’ sense, corresponds an inner version. This can be verified by anyone devoting themselves long enough, or benefiting
Notes & Silence 