By capillarity,a zafu drives up the truth. some wordsthe morning dew – ©FJ August 2022Recueils / ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et Pratique)
Étiquette : poem
Sècher Les Ailes
Hier, je marchais comme l’oiseau vole,Sans prévenir, un courant d’air chaudLe porte où il ne pensait pas.Lui réchauffe les plumes et le sèche Surtout ne
The Muzzle In The Mudra
Before sunrisezazen,the cat is playing with its tailthe rooster answers the lightmaybe the cat will still turn in all directions… Before sunrisethe cat places its
Hyper-Presence
Meditation is an experience of hyper-presence through withdrawal.Hyper-presence to everything by withdrawing presence from the elements of this whole.It is a withdrawal from the world,
Article Shelter
I write, one step at a time,I walk with a pen in my hand. On a pathless paper,I meander in letters of laces. My bag
The Bath Of Infinity
Bathed in InfinityVastness healsImmerse your hands and feetIn space and timeBoundless Heal yourself from those who ignore itAnd get drown in everyday logisticsHeal yourself from
When The Ship Is Stuck in a Dead Channel
It is always fear that solidifies the status quo.It allows the development of strata when the flow of energy is broken. Fear is a dam
The Jungle Of Old Age
In the thick jungle of old ageThrough which I walk,Tree branches, bushes brambles,Wild animals running in the opposite direction,All damage, puncture, further tear off my
The Consciousness Horse
It only takes faithIn the Consciousness Horse,Whenever he panics or gets confused by my wanderingsThere’s no need to bridle him on the left, to force
Summer Field
1In the Summer field,Sitting meditation cannot beginWithout removing small branches and pine apples from under the blanket 2In the middle of the Summer field,Sitting practice
Carrying My Heart
Yesterday, I walked like a flying bird,Without warning, a warm draftBrought me to a place I didn’t know,Dried my feathers, heated up my heart Not
Shall Pass
ZazenChildren are playingZazenChildren are gone FJ Fev 2022Recueils / ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et Pratique)
Crack Along The Shell
How silent should you beTo fully taste the subtletiesOf all this feedback informationFrom your posture ? A quarter of an inchAnd everything is redefined FJ
Would You Walk With Me ?
The shadow of the leavesFrom a garden over the fenceSlowly set in motionBy the wind of spring Beauty struckDoubt has vanishedWalking through lifeOn such a
Fleeing Process
As long as you do not reside in the Absolute, you are fleeing,Don’t start chasing the Absolute, for you’d be fleeing,You need to see the
Notes & Silence 