Every time we close the door of words on Jesusit is the Spirit we are smothering,God we are running away from,Jesus we are crucifying. Christ
Every time we close the door of words on Jesusit is the Spirit we are smothering,God we are running away from,Jesus we are crucifying. Christ
How often have I longed for the encounterWith the human being inside of you.On every occasion, I have found nothingBut a battery of tightly knotted
Meditating on the Cross is contemplating the power of the SpiritTo transform, to glorify, and to haveAll the heavy, the entangled, the ugly, the stagnating,Spring
Whatever this person may do, he will never own the Earth,Nor the heart of free Men,–The free heart of Men. Every morning, new morning,Every rising
Sitting zazen, there is a sacrament of forgiveness.Towards others, of course, forgiveness dawning in the horizon,Towards ourselves, forgiveness we receive. The heart of zazen is
Intellectual structures that Christianity persists on erecting require an ever increasing psychological energy to be sustained.This makes me deeply sad.Of course I can hear the
Inside our bubble of thoughts, where would you find God ?He is waiting outside, behind the door of your heart.He’s waiting beneath…That you kneel down,
God’s embrace is so simpleThat all your books can be laid down, right here.All your concepts so skillfully entangled. These have stopped being of any
It is not because the Holy Spirit does not need anyone,That no one needs the Holy Spirit to need them. Franck Joseph — ©FJ Sept
There can never be a book – however holy, however well-reputed – which can ever be consulted. The Spirit has to read ItselfWithin ourselves and
A chaque fois que l’Esprit de DieuSouffle dans le Coeur de l’hommeC’est le Christ qui nait Franck Joseph©FJ June 2021 – All Rights ReservedArticles are
Practice is universal.It exists way beyond traditions – it transcends them all.It exists through traditions – it unites them all.It comes down to a few
The Bodhicitta, the Awakening Consciousness,Keeps bringing you home, again and again.And carries you through rough winds and sirens’ songs.This ship is made of breathCan you
Every time the Spirit of GodBlows in the Heart of ManChrist is born Franck Joseph©FJ June 2021 – All Rights ReservedArticles are available as books
The fire, incubating underneath all the words :Here’s what deserves our mindful focus. Words are nothing but the desperate leftovers, remnants from psychological play-dough,Thrown on