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
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
English Version Sourate III, Verset 41, notes matinales ,13 Avril 2021 Lorsque Zacharie demande à Dieu de lui donner un signe, Celui-ci répond :« Voilà ton signe :
Writing is the alibi for inner life. Life emerges on the sheet’s surface. The paper outlet offers inner life a reason for being. Even though,
“Home-staging” : voilà un exemple caractéristique de ce qui se produit lorsque le bon sens commun se voit estampillé d’une appellation américaine afin d’initier la
Presence,Mindfulness, Is the presence of GodAwakening within ourselves, God’s ConsciousnessEnlightening from the midst of our existence. As we deepen and simplify our practice, we are
An English version is available here La présence à soi-même,La pleine conscience, Est la présence de DieuQui se fait jour en nous, La Conscience de
‘Home Staging’ : This is a typical example of what happens when common sense is suddenly made hostage by an American-sounding label and is squeezed in
This is an old post dating back from 2018 Though it feels like I wrote it more than a decade ago I now find it
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
Flotter ainsi dans l’antre-DieuEt jeter l’encre pour toujours. Franck Joseph ©FJ April 2021- All Rights Reserved Les articles et méditations sont disponibles en version papier ici
Il me suffit de faire confiance au cheval de conscience.Lorsqu’il s’affole et que mes pérégrinations le perdent, Il est inutile de le brider à gauche,
Ne sous-estime pas le sentiment d’inutilité Qui te traverse et t’afflige en ce monde.Tes silences en questions,Tes errances, en sillons,Parlent aux autres mondesEt les veines
More than anything elseHe didn’t want to have anything to name. For he knew that, as he would pin a tag to this new phenomenon,He
When I take the emo-graphic platesout of the chest vessel,What do they reveal ?(The chemical bath is complex and the eyes, uneducated.) The flowers and the