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
Étiquette : poetry
Between The Dreadful Drafts
This life, desensitizedLiterally degenerates,Off-track, astrayGuided by Entropy AlmightyUnder mechanical grindersOf Time. Does it dilute on purpose ?Does it have, eventually, not to beAnyone left to
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
« Are You Alive ? Yes I Am. »
This is a re-post of some notes taken 6 years ago.As I am currently working on the publication of a book in English I’ve been
Mouth Full Of Earth
A dry meditationReveals how deeply trapped we’ve allowed ourselves to become In ideas, both barren and fertile,In unclear, diffuse anxieties,In entertaining chorusesOn childhood and old
God Means ..
God means the bottom of your soul, your most intimate self, as Meister Eckart put it.You can look elsewhere, but be prepared for inconsistencies and
Zen Knows
From the bottom of the nightHe laid a hand on the notebookHolding on to a creviceOn a rocky face of the mountain,A desperate grip to
Left Un-Named
More than anything elseHe didn’t want to have anything to name. For he knew that, as he would pin a tag to this new phenomenon,He
Zero Degree Of Poetry
The sea had recededOnce again, she found herself stranded on the sandbank of the weekend. Soon enough, a wave swelling from the horizon will come
O.S.T
From the bus window, music in the headphonesColors landscapes with graceAnd on the shore of the lipsA smile surfaces to welcome life As I awaken
Before Awakening
Beauty lies in the slightest moveIt sizzles behind every sound,But you don’t see it yet. One spoonful of instant coffee in hot water. Franck Joseph©FJ
A Broken Zen
Like an ageing actor, playing out of tuneAs he tries on poses and reflexes from his brighter years,We sometimes sit a broken zen. Like a
Eternally Away
Spaced. One by one, preoccupations dripDown on the water surface From the extreme tip of the stalactiteTo the underground reservoir. In the echoing lapping,true happinesseternally
Strategists And Poets (note)
Our human society can be divided into two columns : such a distribution covers most of our social structures : On the right-hand side, those whose
Welcoming Orchestra
Spoon in the coffee jarCoffee powder falling in the cupHot water poured in Spoon in the cupSpoon in the cupSpoon in the cup Spoon on
Notes & Silence 