Knowledge is never binary. There’s a whole range of potential positions from ‘I know’ to ‘I don’t know’.Those coordinates along these axes are not compartmentalized.The
Knowledge is never binary. There’s a whole range of potential positions from ‘I know’ to ‘I don’t know’.Those coordinates along these axes are not compartmentalized.The
« Sortir du corps » Drôle d’idée. Pourquoi ne pas l’emmener ?Pourquoi partir et le laisser ? Et où aller sans le corpsPuisqu’il héberge les mondes ?Vouloir
Lord, manifest, reveal yourself, appear in my lifeYou know my quest is genuine. It doesn’t compromise.You alone can dissolve the hindrancesWhich have been obstructing the
English Version J’ai longtemps habité la musique au kilomètre.En retour, elle m’a rempliDes échos éthérés,Des sirops concentrésDes mélanges mouvantsDes sables émouvantsDes rivages à leverDevant les
Silence teaches the pointlessness of mocking,Of the attempt to reach the final witty remark.Silence opens to the appeasing state related to extinctionAnd takes us further
First you need to keep silent, keep the silence, protect it, like a bodyguard.Surround it and make sure that conditions are preserved to sustain silence.
There are times when loneliness is our choiceFor the peace it brings.For some beings, solitude is a practical solution for peace. To those, distancing from
Some difficulties are invisible, inexpressible….They can only be understood once they have left us.A sentence, a word which comes out, without warning,The body, which alleviates
(re-post) You can keep you dirty power,I don’t want it !Keep it and please, stop wagging it under my nose ! I know you’re unable
Deux univers particuliers, très éloignés, mais pourquoi ?Ces temps ci (Aout 2019), j’arpente assidûment les campings de Flandres et suis sérieusement ébahi par ce premier
When you are sleepingOr even beyond death,Ask yourself the question… Or do it in a much more accessible, Daily and daytime manner,During times of sickness
What we call ‘spirituality’Is often the art of plasteringwith full silos of slimy glueSomething swift and simplePeople keep jumping from one silo to the next…Salutary
crossed zen,pushed along through zentwisted and turned.sat zazen in the desertwhere was I ? where have I been ?don’t know.doesn’t matter anymore FJ-May 21
Observe bien le circuit des répétitions.Celui auquel l’autre condamne ton esprit. Derrière le bruit des moteurs,Assieds ton regard froidEt vois les tours incessants,Où se rejouent
Seul et fragileIl avance pourtant le long de cette bandeDe pierre flanquée de vide Baffé par les vents, éclaté par la grêleIl avance car il