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
Étiquette : wisdom
Now Is The Time To Start Existing
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
The Blessing Of Knowing
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
My Kesa (A Robe of Words )
(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
How Could You Not End Up Alone ?
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
Pearling Truth for Zafu-Adventurers
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
God Is Hovering (2/2)
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
A Royal Coat
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
Substitute Nipple And Marine Universal
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
To Survivors
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
Are You a Teacher Teacher ??
I wrote this quick note after listening to the philosopher Michel Foucault, philosopher. What follows does not pretend to be an explanation of his thinking…Just
The Illu-Zone (2/2)
Authority is connected with abuse. It is the realm of illusions.If you are one of the believers in a natural organization of subtle souls —
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
Spiritual Life (quote)
Spirituality : The way up, out of our misery.Art, here, can be spiritual.Art, literature, craftsmanship, daily life in general : anything landing between our hands,
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
Notes & Silence 