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
Étiquette : time
Stealing Back Time
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
Frail Feathers On The FLoor
When I’m overwhelmed and suffocatingYour words … Claiming inanity, this is what I always do.For there’s not enough space within meTo let your words unfold
P.D.K Backfires
The soft dictatorship of PDK : public display of kindnessis prejudicial inasmuch as it feeds a fragmentary representation of the reality of those playing that
Genesis Insight
The fact that two different accounts of creation are present in Genesis, two cosmogonies, side by side, is actually a teaching in itself. It sheds
Answering Tears
I don’t know how to answer your flowing tearsWithout notice, they’re drowning me.All I can do is grab those old planks of shouts floating nearbySo
The Accordion Principle
The times of old age already herald the times of childhood,And the watermarked child appears through the old man.Relaxation and contraction: childhood unfurls again.Even though
Fragile Land
Alone in the world, so fragileThere is no one to care for himHe slowly walks along the stripOf stones flanked by emptiness. Slapped by the
Spilling Life On The Soil
There’s nothing like your wordsTo double-lock time,To turn it into clots,Into scabs and scabsBack into tissue. Reduced from the layersImpacted by the sharp tone of
African Glows
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
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
Notes & Silence 