On my skin,The glimmer of a candle flameBrings up Savannah.The colors of scrub landSoftly abandonedBy a setting sun. The light changesThe fine lines of timeInto
Étiquette : time
Between The Dreadful Drafts
This life, desensitizedLiterally degenerates,Off-track, astrayGuided by Entropy AlmightyUnder mechanical grindersOf Time. Does it dilute on purpose ?Does it have, eventually, not to beAnyone left to
Teaching and Filtration
The presence of a teaching matters so much that it actually often draws the way our feet have started to walk. And when it comes
Calm and Joyful
The colors of life dancing in meAre now blending differently,Delicate glows slowly emergingAnd vividness ready to dim. It is good, it is sad,It is calm
Present Past
Zazen counts years backwardsSitting soflty sands sediments off our eyes Dogen mentioned that time flowed from the present to the past.What his vision was, as
The Soul in Buddhism
Buddhism does not assent to the existence of an eternal soul. Minds raised in Christianism find in this latter assertion a sufficient reason to turn
