I confess the faith I placed in the self-importance,I confess the faith in self-sufficiency. Way of drying upAcross barren fieldsAnd furrow of loneliness and suffering.This
Étiquette : suffering
Gasping Point (1/2)
All these meanders and sleights of handAre a dead-end.They push me deeper into the dark.Their roads all finally narrowAnd swear to smother meIf I follow
Brutalizing In The Background
For all my writing : kilometers spread out in paper mattressesFor all my reaching : unattainable places,For all my preaching to nearby villages,About the time
Reported Compassion
In my eyes, as soon as compassion starts showing the first sign of ostentation, it is off-track…And stops being a path I want to follow.That
A Wolf, At Night
You’re blowing the squalls of magnetic particles,they infiltrate my mind, steal me from the presentthey flatten my inner landscapes to the boardwhere the absence of
A Hand, A Slap
And now that it has become impossible for you to chase me away from homeThere is not a single place where I cannot feel at
Edge : Your Guide, My Jammer (1/2)
I would have loved us to walk there,Both of us. But the edge guiding your words and carrying the sound of your voiceJams everything.It disconnects
Faith in Human Beings
If I do not choose to have faith in the human being, life is only an acid apprehension.It is unlivable. By rotating the angle I
A Wide Wide Heart (4/4)
Not expecting anything,Insight may arise. She realized thatIf she had been standing there,Ready to jump in feet first,It was not her heart which had been
Answering Tears
I don’t know how to answer your flowing tearsWithout notice, they’re drowning me.All I can do is grab those old planks of shouts floating nearbySo
A Wide Wide Heart (1/4)
The monster living inside your rib cageHas shown his face through your eyesAnd roared through your voice.Had the cage gone too small ?Has anyone forgotten to
Healing For Good
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
To Survivors
Take a good look at the mechanical motor-racing track :The circuit where your mind is trapped.Behind the roar of enginesSit with distant eyesSee those never-ending
Eyes in The Butt
Social networks…what are they, after all ? We have been practicing them for years,A short ramble outside the synthetic grass of that square pen reveals
Sitting For You
Sitting zazen, I sometimes delve into my brother’s meander.If there ever has been anything magic in the practice, there it is.Doing this, I find the
Notes & Silence 