You say : They’re ruining my life. They prevent me from living. How could they ‘ruin your life” when they are made with the very
Étiquette : poem
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crossed zen,pushed along through zentwisted and turned.sat zazen in the desertwhere was I ? where have I been ?don’t know.doesn’t matter anymore FJ-May 21
A Royal Coat
If she places me on a pedestal It is because I am small. If she pins me up among the stars It is because I’m
Substitute Nipple And Marine Universal
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
Mist as Mist
This is a re-post from a 3-year-old article…This article is a free adaptation from the French version: Où la Brume est Brume Clinging to thoughts
Noise At My Door
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
The United States of Noise (re-post)
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
African Glows
On my skin,The glimmer of a candle flameBrings up Savannah.The colors of scrub landSoftly abandonedBy a setting sun. The light changesThe fine lines of timeInto
Poetic Slope
Poetry,The poetic mind,Can also be a sensibility which ends up penning the poet in spiritual drowsiness.From that point, the poetically inclined mind will dig to
Meet the Journalist
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
Soul Perfumes
There is an aroma for every soul,Something in the air,Unrelated to age or experiences,A deeper connection, ahead of it all Some fragrances suit us, let’s
Soul Sharpening
When the wood pencil is so short,That it threatens to disappear On every stroke, on every letter, Where has its former body gone ?Is it true
But A Dream
Imagine a dream….You are giving yourself over to circular pleasures,Hidden by the surface foam from troubled waters,Until you notice distant flames on the shore Waving
One Flash Here
‘This little light of mineI’m gonna let it shine’ With such a fragment of lightSet ablaze in our inner tubeA result of a supple moveUnfurled
Ceremonial Wisdom
What do I care to ‘look wise’ ?Why would I want to dress with the attire of wisdom ?This sounds like an absurd objective to me. Yet,
Notes & Silence 