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What Makes me Feel like Crying (1/2)
–The illusion of present lives : the succession of thousands of hours, spent pretending we actually exist. –The illusion of past lives : stories, all
The Daring Souls
I know that you can seeThrough the walls, unfailingly.I know your sufferingWhen they gather with a contrived faceTo comment the paintings on the wall,The reflections
Back into a Plant
I’m trying to figure out why the sun I am receiving on my skin at this very moment is such an incredible mindfulness anchor, such
What Is
Seeing what isIs seeing what is not.This may happen as the relationBetween what is and what is not reverses.Sitting creates favorable conditions to such an
The Call from Beyond
The Call from Beyond, The Secret GalleryThat you follow from the depths of your beingTo the Being of the Depths Is the Prayer of the
The Scent from the Refuge
There is a scent in Buddhism,Emanating from the RefugeAt the heart of the woodsAlong the hike, we have the firm hopeTo find there some food,
I believed the Night
I once believed the Night was darkUntil she lifted the curtainAnd showed her ways to let light pierceThrough its bleak filters and black frames I
Headlamp Adventure
We move through life the way we advance in a cave, with a headlamp beaming forward. As we enter the room of our thirties, we
Live Forever
Zazen : seeing DeathComing forth as inner eyes adjust. Zazen : agreeing to stay putAnd sit one-on-one with Life Singing in tune, at last,With what
Night Howling (March 2020)
A strange wind is blowing on humanity.A wind that’s coming from afar.Determined, this wind is howling for a reason.I could hear its omen in the
the Heart-Ocean
Identity is frothThose bubbles hypnotizeThe eyes of our being. They sparkle, fizzle,Agglutinate and burst. Wide, tranquil, emergency-freeThe heart-ocean does not change a thingTo its peaceful
The Decision (Life Ahead)
I have smothered in the narrowness of your mindsI have despaired along your vacant aspirations. My heart has splintered through you indulgenceMy soul has crushed
Sailing Away on a Zen Boat
Why would I ever dock in Beliefs Islands ? Zazen is my sailing boat The celestial body is spherical If I love sailing so much
The Clouds of Intentions
It is dizzying to become aware of the share of our actions, speech and thoughts, that is determined by the intentions we ascribe to others.
Notes & Silence 