ZazenChildren are playingZazenChildren are gone FJ Fev 2022Recueils / ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et Pratique)
Étiquette : poem
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
True Practice
Whenever you sit, genuinely,When you disarm all gears and stop entrenching yourself behind the codes maintaining the structures of others’ sitting practice. Whenever the last
Excited Emotions
Being in such a way that our absence does not generate a feeling of absence,Instantly disarming any attempt at attaching,Is this sheer cruelty or a
Night Nutriments
Unspeakable sounds decimate the forests of my nights.Ancestral inhabitants, friendly residents,Flee towards other dark fogs of silence. Acid rains of the unsaidDrip through leaves and
March, 21st, 2020
A strange wind is blowing on humanity.A wind that’s coming from afar.Determined, this wind is comingHowling for a reason.I could hear its omen in the
The Landscape That Is Not
As long as dust flies in front of their eyes,Humans will keep trying to join the dots so as to draw a landscape, a setting
Sacrament Of Forgiveness
Sitting zazen, there is a sacrament of forgiveness.Towards others, of course, forgiveness dawning in the horizon,Towards ourselves, forgiveness we receive. The heart of zazen is
Lay It All Down
Sitting zazen, the heart of the world has been entered.Why, then, quibble about the tools or propitious hours to go and scratch the surface crust
Belated Smile
Do not try to understand all this apart from Zazen.It is incomprehensible.When all this manifests during Zazen, there is nothing to understand.At most, a belated,
In Touch With God
Sitting, in the middle of the prairieBreathing, listening to your breath,Ask yourself the question : where is God ?Here, now, between you and the breathing,Within
Quintessence of Instruction -Notes/ Maharshi’s Poem (1/2)
First Verses : Karma must ever yield its proper fruit,For thus, it is ordained by God, HimselfSupreme Creator. Then, Is Karma God ?No. For it is
Letterless
Vocabulary does not really matter.The heart can hear the letterlessWords that GodWrites for us. ©FJ Sept. 2021 – Telegram (Publications et Pratique)
Notes & Silence 