I can’t assert that there actually is such a thing as Buddhism.I do not assert Buddhism exists. A few gestures, attitudes, words, a couple of
Étiquette : practice
Be a Timeless Buddha
The Buddha’s approach is beyond space and time.Targeted by questions and scratches in the Fabric of Reality, A Buddha simply sits and allows the Dharma
Words : A Footbridge To Nowhere
Here is a strange belief, both highly common and yet quite surprising :The belief according to which words would withhold elements of truth. We would therefore
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
Three Questions
Before every attempt at communicating, it is healthy, in order not to let ourselves be dragged away by one of the powerful hooks hung on
Shooting Impulses
The posture of Zazen is a boundless night skyWhere we watch impulses as they tear darkness apart.From the knees up to the summit of our
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
Useless Thoughts
There is a fundamental equality in the way our mind material is useless.Not a single thought worth being a source of preoccupation,Even though variations in
Through The Tempest
Bodhicitta : the strength which is given to us,the one we use to hang on to the sailboat mastwhen the strong gusts of thoughts start blowing
Awakening Behind The Bottle Label
Meditating is a bit like trying to scrape the corner of an old label stuck on a glass bottle.Some will tease it with the tip
Museum Benches
Having a nose so close to the day-to-day grindstone, does not allow to enjoy life’s beauty…Such a close-up shot of reality does not reveal its
Can You Read Thoughts ?
Can you read between the thoughts,Strategies to soften, highlight, conceal or bypassThe slice of Reality opening to you ? Franck Joseph©FJ Jan 2021- All rights reserved.Articles
Calm and Joyful
The colors of life dancing in meAre now blending differently,Delicate glows slowly emergingAnd vividness ready to dim. It is good, it is sad,It is calm
The Practice of Ignorance
It is very clear to my eyes, that the underlying power conveying thoughts does not belong to me.When the vertical axis collides with and opens
I Stumbled on a Zafu (note)
I truly enter the heart of practice – that is, the place where practice ends / transcending moments of insightful grace, when there was nothing
Notes & Silence 