The longest night, deepening

//The longest night, deepening

The longest night, deepening

So much to say, so much to do. Or is there?
My feet are bare, my belly full, my eyes weary.
At this very moment, the longest night of the year is deepening, and with it, the night in me, too.

By | 2015-10-02T15:51:03+01:00 décembre 21st, 2011|Textes|1 Comment

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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.

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  1. litle lake 22 décembre 2011 at 22 h 32 min - Reply

    at this time – a dear friend is dying – 86 years.
    first he was my student.
    question was: who was learning most from who?
    later we became friends.
    an ex-priest. started up different projects in Africa.
    was called back. started up "peace-islands"
    maried late.
    when his wife died – after 12 years of deep mourning – fell in love again and maried only 2 years ago for the second time.
    a wise man – a beautifull life.

    and now in dying even – apart from the sadness – there is some beauty and some holy-ness in it.
    it brings me/us back to the essence – how naked and vulnerabel our lives are – how i often waste my time – strangled/ drawning in conditioning paterns –
    but even this i guess is perfect as it is…
    there is some holy-ness in everything?

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