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
Étiquette : poetry
Absolute Courage
In Zazen, non-doingIn the face of rising fearThere is nothing to doThe absolute courage of the sitting man. ©FJ June 2022 —Groupe de PratiqueRecueils —
Shaping Zazen
It is true that the zazen of someCarries the zazen of others.A blow in the glass gives the shape of sitting,Collective and individual,Through an invisible
Writing Initiates
Writing initiates the passage through the mental spectrumof a fine-toothed comb. Cornering statement,A salvation escape in the breach of light that is taking shapethrough an
Secret Nights And Day Dullness
Some trees, we are told, wake up at night.By scintillating, they offer a scenery to a whole tribe of beings who are then agitated while
The Call 1/3
Without a doubt, now that I’m looking back on my life these last 15 years or so, I can tell there has been a call.Something
May The Moon Never Go Out
As the night rises, and the day sets,The silence that emerges is especially favorable to the rise of envy: desire, having, being-as much, if not
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
Straw Fire (1/2)
Exhausted beings, knotted together,Entangled in others’ links,Littering the ground with ashes,Burned skin and worn-out hearts. In this place, however, the fatigue of the soul,May teach
Silent Thunder
I met his gaze of light,The sparkle coming out of his eyes,Was reflected in mineNaked truthUnvarnished happinessRecognition has taken placeA second or twoAscending spiralCollapse of
Universal Mother Bird
The Mother Bird feeds the Nestling away from all notion of time.The nest is unconditionally offered to the bird who might land. Sitting Zazen in
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
Night Sand
The limitations of your mind are the bricks against which you keep banging,without necessarily knowing it,Bricks that will eventually crumble down.Walls and floors alike block
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
Anger Master
Stories teach me that anger,Anger that holds sleep hostage,Is also my master.A cruel, radical, uncompromising master,But a master whose teaching is unfathomable. Anger shows me
Notes & Silence 