Guitar strings blow a magic bubblewhere useless and destructive wordscan’t get in. It only takes a few seconds for the bubble to take shape.I wish
Guitar strings blow a magic bubblewhere useless and destructive wordscan’t get in. It only takes a few seconds for the bubble to take shape.I wish
You’re not in controlTake what you haveDon’t grab what you don’t haveAnd know that what you need will comeSo naturally you might not even notice
Not expecting anything,Insight may arise. She realized thatIf she had been standing there,Ready to jump in feet first,It was not her heart which had been
Both hands in the pocketsTo clasp in the center of palmsThe object of her faithThe echo from elsewhereSolutions from here… A soft, velvet pebbleHas gone
The koan of my life, up to now, is as follows :‘How to be a wandering monk without being a wandering monk ?’ How can
The scattering of arguments, and the multi-directional approach to argumentation,even though those elements may be rhetorically acceptable,are often a major indicator of the lack of
Long have I lived in the outlet storeOf assembly-line music,There, it filled meWith ethereal echoesConcentrated syrupEmotional quicksandHorizons to follow,Facing overwhelmed eyes. I understand now that
My job, my love, my life, here it is :How much of an ignorant fool must one be To search for any meaning elsewhere.Where my
We need to sit a simple zazen,To allow space to insufflate.A ‘strong zazen’ is a constriction,The spirit of peace cannot squeeze in. A rigid and
A question that is often worth asking in the context of professional ambition is :Do you need what you want ? ©FJ April 2021 –
I’m not digging any deeper in the hole of society,Nor am I walking toward its crooked smile. My sensitivity is below its radars,The world does
This is an old post dating back from 2018 Though it feels like I wrote it more than a decade ago I now find it
Sitting zazen, I sometimes delve into my brother’s meander.If there ever has been anything magic in the practice, there it is.Doing this, I find the
Still digging out old posts….from earlier sitting sessions, back in 2016. I recently bumped into someone I had never met before.Someone I know more than
A trail of thoughtsOn which I walkThousands of milesOf pure brain-madeFabric-ationWoven mind-terialBehind and around usEven becoming usCovering the whole worldAnd everybody elseA trail of thoughtsWe