Collective gesticulationsSlow and glittery movesImitating a myth,Worshiping habits, This is not ZenThis is not my practice. Simply sitting ?Very little sitting, and scarce simplicity.Paintings to
Étiquette : practice
Reported Compassion
In my eyes, as soon as compassion starts showing the first sign of ostentation, it is off-track…And stops being a path I want to follow.That
Virus : The Disciples Of Fear
« We’ll never have a normal life anymore» : this is a mind-jacking title. One more early morning hijacking. This is how it has been, for
Great Freedom
Doubt, stress, anxiety, are the expression of our ‘small self’.The great freedom is calm and loving.Having faith in the Way means opening to the infinitude
Spilling Words
People who talk a lot, all the time,Tell us about the reason of never-ending logorrhea.To discover it, you need to listen very carefully while they
River Bed
Letting yourself get carried away by sleepSurrendering yourself over to the sleeping currentThere is nothing surprising in the difficulties encounteredBy the one we have so
Inspection Hole
Meditation is the inspection hole, opening on all the waste as it keeps running along the underground pipes.The one who has lifted the cover sees
In This Word of ‘Dharma’
Travels, big and small alike, those across the globe and those across my Northern French area,Mind-blowing Japan and the campground of Ypra, Belgium,In the end,
All Individual, All Collective
What a detour through Japan allows to understand: Focusing on the individual level is a bottomless pit of suffering.Westerners are constantly questioning and further wrapping
Stealing Back Time
Banging my head in your narrow minds is suffocating : I need to get out.And I’ve withered long enough in the dullness of your aspirations.Your complacency
Around Noises
How could we listenTo the silence waiting between noises ?Silence contains all noises. ©FJ August 2021 – All Rights ReservedArticles are available as books and
Where Roads Are Paved With Hearts
For this country, I feel a wild attraction, a magnetic, animal instinct.Nothing as refined as what you would expect for a country like this.Actually, I
Night Note
Julie, that night, through the doors of her soul,those who can watch sounds and hear colors,sees herself standing up and walk a few meters…while still
Edge : Your Guide, My Jammer (1/2)
I would have loved us to walk there,Both of us. But the edge guiding your words and carrying the sound of your voiceJams everything.It disconnects
Words Of Sand
Sometimes, grains which are thinner, purer than the rest are filtered through their more compact mineral brothers.And, from the very first movement of the sieve,Those
Notes & Silence 