The encounter with the Heart of Being, the encounter with God, should never be too hasty.The desire for the encounter has to be met, identified,
Étiquette : spirituality
Without You
I now see that, without you, life has no meaning,since you are the meaning.Without you, my existence is the antechamber of life,Where everything runs on
Since The Dawn of Time
The Great Freedom?Here it is: see that everything we have,Is already lost, that in reality, we never truly had it.This applies to everything, everyone, to
I wanted to run away
I wanted to flee, to fight, to unmask,enrich the ego, actually The ego was everywhere,hidden and yelling. the quest for statusfor power, influence,a will for
Winds Of The Spirit
While God is everywhere and seeks day and night to give a fatherly embrace,I was sitting there,Practicing essential premises,Establishing the premises as definitive practice,Moving forward
Underwater Prayer
Prayer does nothing,Doesn’t go anywhere,It is non-doing, Diving to meet God,With the agitation of the lips, of the mind,We gesticulate and reach the surfaceNow, follow
To the East
The wind blows in the pen’s sail It blows towards the East.After all, the exception is the rule,the marginal becomes the model and the left-handed,
Silence-Bound
Prayer is a bath of God that we take,A daily orientation for the soulAn incensing of the heart with divine emanations.Thus, to reach the bottom
Exhausting All Detours
The obstinacy of not seeing, when it shows itself in others, is a phenomenon that never ceases to dismay me.When this same determination not to
Compostable Sitting
There is no difference between between the practice of simple sitting and emptying the compost bag into the compost bin.In the kitchen, the peelings start
Give Me Your Words
The man of the night – David! I understand your callI could use your wordsCan I?Give me your words! I don’t have any left, today,And
Grabbing the pen
Grabbing the pen,What else could I do?I don’t know how to wield a sword nor am I able to swiftly swing my fists.Grabbing the quill,
Caffeine Coloring
I can feel the sugar rising,the caffeine throbbing in me,I feel the needle trembling I am deeply calm. ©FJ Jan 2024Recueils / Participation/ Groupe De
To you, the unique, I’m still writing
At a time when the GAFAM have officially buried the beauty of the spirit blowing on the creation of the Internet,The paper letter, 12th century-style,
Your language
Whenever I speak while practicing silent sitting,It’s not really me talking to you,It is who I am,And I’m not talking to you from here,But from
Notes & Silence 