Je ne sais pas répondre à tes larmes qui coulentSans prévenir, elles me noientIl ne me reste alors que des planches de cris pour ne
Je ne sais pas répondre à tes larmes qui coulentSans prévenir, elles me noientIl ne me reste alors que des planches de cris pour ne
It was healthy, life-saving for him to proclaim the joy he felt after he had discovered Mahayana.Yet, in light of what he perceives today, his
Put the thoughts-helmet downand see what life is like in its simplicity, intimacy, immediacy.Life is so close I can finally touch it.Life is so nude
Bringing up a child, means to plant the smells, tastes, savors in the soil of their consciousness.When it will later unfold the fabric of life,
Aucune fête nationale,Ni de passage à l’an nouveau.Pourtant les artifices explosentEt mettent mon ciel à feu et à sang.Tous les anniversaires sont manqués. Derrière le
Tiredness is a millstone you’re dragging around your neck. It is making life grueling, tarnishing the most pleasant aspects of existence.Yet, there is a point
Whatever the religion, tradition,Whatever the practices or accounts of experience,As long as the conceptual crust has not been pierced and remains the center of expression,
If I were to describe God, I would say that describing God has no meaning.God is over-qualified.Since childhood, we have heard that ‘God is love’.If
Le silence enseigne l’inutilité de la raillerie et de la frénétique quête du mot d’esprit ultime.Il enseigne l’apaisement inhérent à l’extinction. Il éloigne de l’épuisement
Words can occur ahead of the experience.In the same way a mirror does not create reality, words are not necessary.On occasion, they may initiate the
Sitting zazen,Just sitting,Until all prayers put out.The prayer from the bottom of the soulResonates on its own. We need to walk out the center of
I can never stop wondering whether God is actually hidden in the cushion. Franck Joseph©FJ Sept 2021Articles are available as books and e-books : RECUEILSThis
It has now become possible to name ‘Christ’ every contact between the Spirit and Man.Everytime the Spirit seeds the heart of Man, Christ is born.
Lorsque les sentiments sont illisibles, les mots ne servent à rienIl ne reste plus que le silence pour les délier, et les rendre au néant.
Collective gesticulationsSlow and glittery movesImitating a myth,Worshiping habits, This is not ZenThis is not my practice. Simply sitting ?Very little sitting, and scarce simplicity.Paintings to