The wave of the Ocean Godleaves on our beaches of existence,a Christ. Carriers of this Essence, Christ knows the Father from where He comesand to
Étiquette : poem
Aimless: The Only Teaching
Strange autumn light,green appears between the rains,as evening approaches,lets see all its sweetness,behind my eyes,always now,life awaits me A ritualaccomplishedwithout any goalis a ritual performedIn
Half dead, yet, I can hear
I am so mad.I am mad at the chaos of my life, the fear that has taken up all the space.I am mad, for everything
And suddenly, an August wind
My thoughts aggregate in a crazy ball.Their increasing density oppresses to the point of shaking the diaphragm and leaving it stunned,its strings oscillating at the
Ditched By Everyone
If you feel abandoned by your country,Betrayed by your friends,If your plans collapse in a second,Remember… Remember that this country is not your country,That your
When Everything Around Collapses
The caress of incense in my lungs,The ecstatic joy of the pool that jostles, of the lotus that forms.And the world that is collapsing around,This
The Smell of Reality
The tent in the morning and the wet grassMy foot stopping suddenly. In the evening, going to the cabin,My foot, rubbing dry earth, still teaching
Softening
Sitting, hands joined,Hot breath,Air caressTo the heart and throat Sun on the sandRemoves slag,Gone, dissolved, Breathe again in the sky of my soul,Soften me ©FJ
To the East
The wind blows in the pen’s sail It blows towards the East.After all, the exception is the rule,the marginal becomes the model and the left-handed,
Caffeine Coloring
I can feel the sugar rising,the caffeine throbbing in me,I feel the needle trembling I am deeply calm. ©FJ Jan 2024Recueils / Participation/ Groupe De
Sitting Before Dawn
Practicing before dawn,Writing at the edge of the nightAre allegories of awakening. Travel the few meters that separate the bed and the cushion,when the house
Confiding Spirit
Lean, within yourself, on the confiding spirit, a powerful wave, coming from distant horizons to carry you. I have it, so do you : The incredible
My burning self
It’s so stupid, so common, This tendency to forget the happiness that is right here,Just below, right underneath our usual oblivion Holding out its arms
Laugh Me !
The time has come when writing appears as nothing more than an intention floating in the psychological broth. It is observed, acute, lively.It for ever
By The Horns Of Zen
You have to be a hothead to take spirituality by the horns of Zen.This animal of spirituality is the only companion for the desperate, the
Notes & Silence 