From the bottom of the nightHe laid a hand on the notebookHolding on to a creviceOn a rocky face of the mountain,A desperate grip to
From the bottom of the nightHe laid a hand on the notebookHolding on to a creviceOn a rocky face of the mountain,A desperate grip to
More than anything elseHe didn’t want to have anything to name. For he knew that, as he would pin a tag to this new phenomenon,He
The Buddha taught a disengaged watching of the mind.Any other teaching is not from the Buddha. Franck Joseph©FJ Fev 2021- All rights reserved.Articles are available
Part 1 is available here : Naked Buddha (1/2) Watch the mindNow, watch the one you are. This is your teaching,Your path, your reality. Everything
Like an ageing actor, playing out of tuneAs he tries on poses and reflexes from his brighter years,We sometimes sit a broken zen. Like a
Spaced. One by one, preoccupations dripDown on the water surface From the extreme tip of the stalactiteTo the underground reservoir. In the echoing lapping,true happinesseternally
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
How unskillful that is,Using others’ errant ways to cover our own wanderings,to take the blanket they would like us to tuck them in with,and try
Words fell off his mouth…Off his mouth, like a ripe fruitOr a milk tooth, pushed downBy the adult one, From his life, Blew the sound
I have exhausted myselfThere is no place left for me to tap into.Things to do have taken hold on meFrom dawn until dusk, mainly from
People talk about different music styles.Yet, in reality, the difference does not lay in the elements of definition we bring up in terms of harmonic
Mental winds can be the consequences of a karmic swell.The distance from which they come has long been inaccessible to our understanding.The only thing we
What appears to me as truly wonderful, is that the aging process does not seem to impact the sheer joy of being. This experience can
As we grow older, comes an impression of unsuitability,We feel we have become unfit for inhabiting this place. Compared to the inflamed spark thrown by
There are few people who meet so many eyes, as they go about their lives. Today, you’re telling me that you wished more for yourself,