What the three strokes of the singing bowl at the edge of silent sitting teach me, The way they baptize the moment, the way they
Étiquette : writing
Digging With a Pen
I dig my soul with the pen.Each letter, each word is a shovelful in the earth of consciousness,A few extra centimeters of furrow dug in
My life’s Work
I sometimes considerthat all these texts,the majority,The best part,are not mine, They appear in my mind,When my body is in posture and my thoughts pass
Paper Koan
Writing is a photograph. With a few lines of light, I engrave the paper.Apart from those moments, I live in a thick cloud of darkness.
Laugh Me !
The time has come when writing appears as nothing more than an intention floating in the psychological broth. It is observed, acute, lively.It for ever
All These Writings
All these writings: Tap water, Used after heavy roadworks in the streetAt the same time muddy, clear, gushing,Then regaining its regular flow All these writings:
Manipulating For Free
A rule of thumb for anyone wishing to manipulate people without having to suffer the consequences in terms of responsibility could be :-Never write what you
Blog In The Way
This blog clogs me upDoes it get ‘in the way’ of The Way ? Articles, projects,The potential development,give me material for attachment. I do not care,
In The Middle
These writings are a lesson, not the one I teach,But the one I receive.Which pearls from a stratum of consciousness or from another capillarity.Why would
Happy Pebbles In The Water
These writings are not intended to teach the world from some place of groundless pretension.These are notes to myself, taken in snap, in the urgency
Sitting Outside Of Time
Before zazen, I could never have understood what it meant to sit outside of time.When I’m not doing zazen, moreover, I don’t have the slightest
On The Threshold Of Sitting
What the three strokes on the singing bowl teach meOn the threshold of sittingThe way they baptize the moment,With which they bless the present,How they
Article Shelter
I write, one step at a time,I walk with a pen in my hand. On a pathless paper,I meander in letters of laces. My bag
Writing Initiates
Writing initiates the passage through the mental spectrumof a fine-toothed comb. Cornering statement,A salvation escape in the breach of light that is taking shapethrough an
The Call 1/3
Without a doubt, now that I’m looking back on my life these last 15 years or so, I can tell there has been a call.Something
Notes & Silence 