How could we listenTo the silence waiting between noises ?Silence contains all noises. ©FJ August 2021 – All Rights ReservedArticles are available as books and
How could we listenTo the silence waiting between noises ?Silence contains all noises. ©FJ August 2021 – All Rights ReservedArticles are available as books and
For this country, I feel a wild attraction, a magnetic, animal instinct.Nothing as refined as what you would expect for a country like this.Actually, I
Sometimes, grains which are thinner, purer than the rest are filtered through their more compact mineral brothers.And, from the very first movement of the sieve,Those
Matthew walks across the Zen garden of Kodaiji temple in Kyoto.He slowly moves forward along the dense thickets. Large rocks have put on a wet
If Buddhism speaks to me, it is because, when I read the texts or when I listen to the talks, they reflect practical experiences I’ve
The bird lands on the garden wall.In the house, the cat. A window between them.Suddenly the cat starts running to the garden.In a snap, the
Compelled by the oppressive context of our collective daily life, the one to which, as a people, a part of humanity, we are tied, I
Knowledge is never binary. There’s a whole range of potential positions from ‘I know’ to ‘I don’t know’.Those coordinates along these axes are not compartmentalized.The
(Re-post) Each of these articles is a stitch on my kesa.On every sentence I have landed my attention.Sometimes stable, sometimes restless,Always trying to touch upon
Zen destroys everything.Even there, you’re comingAnd you destroy everything. Zen accepts everything.Even there, you reject everything,And end up rejected. What are you ?A stray dog
It has now become impossible to deny :There is an attachment to this sitting posture that is both subtle and coarse. Subtle, because it is
This article follow on from God Is Hovering (1/2) -notes Friendly enough, this biblical advice reminds us that there is no use in looking for
If she places me on a pedestal It is because I am small. If she pins me up among the stars It is because I’m
Long have I lived in the outlet storeOf assembly-line music,There, it filled meWith ethereal echoesConcentrated syrupEmotional quicksandHorizons to follow,Facing overwhelmed eyes. I understand now that
Take a good look at the mechanical motor-racing track :The circuit where your mind is trapped.Behind the roar of enginesSit with distant eyesSee those never-ending