I’m reading the worlds’ architecture as revealed by the Kabbalah, and I see the reflections of Buddhist Pure Earth(s),In the explanations of the various forms
I’m reading the worlds’ architecture as revealed by the Kabbalah, and I see the reflections of Buddhist Pure Earth(s),In the explanations of the various forms
But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For
Oddly enough, this note was written in December 2019, in a time when ‘lockdown’ referred more to sci-fi movies or exciting video games atmosphere than
There was something puzzled in me When you spoke, when you moved I would wait, further back, And then I understood. Your automatic cues, picked
Meditating to the point of ego-nyModern meditative practices leave people dried up.Enthusiasts, at first, they later become swollen with an egotic liquid.While convinced they move
Sometimes, the feeling of bliss is so prevailing that I barely dare tothink about, say or do anything, for fear that I might break something
When something is left unanswered, It is not necessarily the opposite of a Right answer Franck Joseph ©FJ Dec. 2020 – All rights reserved.Articles are available
The writing process is never complex. This does not mean anything.The complexity lies in the processes that the writer describes, not in the writing itself.
Beyond steep rocks erecting and stone blocks combiningIn a densified mountain range,I sit Through the deafness of dark nightsWhere questions are held captive,I sit Along
I have exhausted myselfThere is no place left for me to tap into.Things to do have taken hold on meFrom dawn until dusk, mainly from
Across the paper sheet,Sliding in surgical signsThe therapeutic pen.Confident, studious,Riveted to the obligation of resultIt cuts and probes into the tissuesOpening on the beating heart.
Seeing what isIs seeing what is not.This may happen as the relationBetween what is and what is not reverses.Sitting creates favorable conditions to such an
The Call from Beyond, The Secret GalleryThat you follow from the depths of your beingTo the Being of the Depths Is the Prayer of the
We move through life the way we advance in a cave, with a headlamp beaming forward. As we enter the room of our thirties, we
Zazen : seeing DeathComing forth as inner eyes adjust. Zazen : agreeing to stay putAnd sit one-on-one with Life Singing in tune, at last,With what