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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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,
Our human nature is beautiful.It often comes out unrecognizable, clumsy, illusion-driven…To the trained eye, no detour : the covering layers successively come undone to reveal
Thought is a tiny fly…It’s overexcited, voracious and insatiable. The mere beginning of the furthest of any approaching sound gets it flying all over us.
This is not a literary commentary, nor some hermeneutic content.To say the truth, I have not read the entire text et, at this very moment,
Very old note, among scribbles at the bottom of digital boxes 🙂 Really, the greatest gift we can offer someone is space (Thich Nhat Hanh)