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
Étiquette : poem
What Are Sound Waves ?
What are sounds if I don’t hear them?What are waves if they never meet the shore ? If they get born as they die,They neither
Sadness and Power
When the energy of life falls down the bottom of the vase,When all passions,tired of being only copies of copies of copies, finally quiet,All that
Under my feet
I don’t follow the pathI am the way that unfolds under my feet.The one that the worldsEvery moment, bring me,On a carpet rolled-up in Time.
Bowing Deep
Before, after sitting, I bow to the depths of being,Do you not see ? ©ndraw@protonmail.com – Dec 2022Recueils / ParticipationsPratique Thanks to all the people
Dew
By capillarity,a zafu drives up the truth. some wordsthe morning dew – ©FJ August 2022Recueils / ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et Pratique)
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 ‘everything’.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
Notes & Silence 