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
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
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
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
The soft dictatorship of PDK : public display of kindnessis prejudicial inasmuch as it feeds a fragmentary representation of the reality of those playing that
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
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 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