After so many years spent living it, following its flows and back-flows, all these thousands of hours trying to understand it and improve its articulation,

After so many years spent living it, following its flows and back-flows, all these thousands of hours trying to understand it and improve its articulation,
Joining and BowingMy two wrinkled handsI do not know any wilder joy. ©FJ Nov 2021RECUEILS/ ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et Pratique)
To say the truth, I do not know whether we are re-born after death, whether transmigration guides our souls, or stay in a land of
The day will come,Because it eventually has to,When all the business filling your life,The one you’ve grabbed hold of all these days,Until the backwash of
People who talk a lot, all the time,Tell us about the reason of never-ending logorrhea.To discover it, you need to listen very carefully while they
Banging my head in your narrow minds is suffocating : I need to get out.And I’ve withered long enough in the dullness of your aspirations.Your complacency