A trail of thoughtsOn which I walkThousands of milesOf pure brain-madeFabric-ationWoven mind-terialBehind and around usEven becoming usCovering the whole worldAnd everybody elseA trail of thoughtsWe
A trail of thoughtsOn which I walkThousands of milesOf pure brain-madeFabric-ationWoven mind-terialBehind and around usEven becoming usCovering the whole worldAnd everybody elseA trail of thoughtsWe
Thought is a tiny fly…It’s overexcited, voracious and insatiable. The mere beginning of the furthest of any approaching sound gets it flying all over us.
There are times in a life,Crossroads in the nights,When the energies passing throughCan be upsettingly violent. The practice of Zazen, sitting meditation, Creates conditions for
There is a fundamental equality in the way our mind material is useless.Not a single thought worth being a source of preoccupation,Even though variations in
It is very clear to my eyes, that the underlying power conveying thoughts does not belong to me.When the vertical axis collides with and opens
Limiting all inner life phenomena to our the activity of the mind, is having an ideological perspective as well as a fragmentary experience of the
Breathing in, Breathing out,Thoughts have their own cycles.Suddenly, one disappears and the next one does not arise.A bit of waiting, it does not come. The
The traditional practice of Vipassana, through the path it unfolds under our feet, is an experiential teaching. Along this path, the pilgrim is taken by
Mental winds can be the consequences of a karmic swell.The distance from which they come has long been inaccessible to our understanding.The only thing we
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 ascribe 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