Down, where names lose their artificial soothing properties,You name objects to keep track of them in your mental chaos. You organise this chaos with tags
Once I have seen,That my true nature is divineAll this tagging and naming frenzyHas stopped being an issue Rest in beauty, in the deepest selfWhere
The one who knows Knows no matter what we do, No matter what we think. Franck Joseph ©FJ December 2019 All rights reserved. Les articles
The concept of God is paradoxically the most opaque of all filters. It sneaks somewhere between the eye of the observer and the inner lens,
It is dizzying to become aware of the share of our actions, speech and thoughts, that is determined by the intentions we acribe to others.
Our common beliefs appear as solid grounds to base our lives on. We approach them they seem to densify as a protective reaction to our