It’s a call, without words, from the bottom of my heart,A call from reality, nature blowing from the depths of time,Admittedly, I can’t do much
It’s a call, without words, from the bottom of my heart,A call from reality, nature blowing from the depths of time,Admittedly, I can’t do much
Zazen means seeing everything as it arises, for what it is, even if it is just for a split second.That is awakening.The nature of the
Young people often believe that older people have been old since days of old.That’s not the case.Once the borders of Lands Of Old Age have
The time given to practice acts as an agent of dilution on mental phenomena.A swirling thought in a 15 millimeter puddle becomes a hurricane that
Before zazen, I could never have understood what it meant to sit outside of time.When I’m not doing zazen, moreover, I don’t have the slightest
Some people believe that getting old is something they have allowed to happen to them and therefore adopt a position of opposition.They fight back, tighten
You want to taste reality ?Check the alarm clock. See what it does to you as it rings early in the morning on a day
The best way not to age is to stop fighting not to age.Thus, as we age, we do not age.The exit from the process of
Upstream, the grace of the callingCast down the lane of faithInalienable lineThe awakening seed. Planted in the soilOf the Beyond-Time.Nostalgia without objectAnchored in the Beyond-SpaceOf
There is a secret gift at the very heart of the aging process. It does not consist of a gain or a loss: As I
At the internal fold of the neck,This is where congenital entropyComes to pearl. In this secret place,Owing to an angle in the mirror,My eyes contemplate
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