Music is a magnet to our attention.Like a light bulb has insects dash into the halo – out of ignorance,They penetrate it to death.Magnetized by
Étiquette : practice
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
To Survivors
Take a good look at the mechanical motor-racing track :The circuit where your mind is trapped.Behind the roar of enginesSit with distant eyesSee those never-ending
Fragile Land
Alone in the world, so fragileThere is no one to care for himHe slowly walks along the stripOf stones flanked by emptiness. Slapped by the
How to Love (?)
Repost from a previous article———— -Think about someone…Pick one of your relationships.Not anything sweet and tender.Something dry.The one person who makes you sad, the one
Where My Heart Is
My job, my love, my life, here it is :How much of an ignorant fool must one be To search for any meaning elsewhere.Where my
The Funniest Thing on Earth and Beyond
Re-post in a book editing context / The mind does not leave the mind.It can never escape itselfThe harder it tries to access more subtle
Sitting and Whipping
We need to sit a simple zazen,To allow space to insufflate.A ‘strong zazen’ is a constriction,The spirit of peace cannot squeeze in. A rigid and
Are You a Teacher Teacher ??
I wrote this quick note after listening to the philosopher Michel Foucault, philosopher. What follows does not pretend to be an explanation of his thinking…Just
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
« Your Sign Is … »
Sura 3:1, –He said, “My Lord, give me a sign.” He said, “Your sign is that you shall not speak to the people for three
Sitting For You
Sitting zazen, I sometimes delve into my brother’s meander.If there ever has been anything magic in the practice, there it is.Doing this, I find the
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
Dense as This. Simple as That
A trail of thoughtsOn which I walkThousands of milesOf pure brain-madeFabric-ationWoven mind-terialBehind and around usEven becoming usCovering the whole worldAnd everybody elseA trail of thoughtsWe
Spiritual Life (quote)
Spirituality : The way up, out of our misery.Art, here, can be spiritual.Art, literature, craftsmanship, daily life in general : anything landing between our hands,
Notes & Silence 