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mai 2008

The sound of within

By |mai 11th, 2008|Categories: Textes|

What is the shape of afternoon, in the garden, in spring? Birdsong is the constant outline, coming from nowhere and everywhere, the sound of within. The swallow's rhythmic coo is the call of the inside [...]

Zen in Paris

By |mai 8th, 2008|Categories: Textes|

A day of Zen practice in Paris with the Wild Flower Zen Sangha and Amy (Tu es cela) Hollowell Sensei May 18 (Sunday) 9h30-17h30 Come one, come all. Beginners and experienced practitioners welcome. Registration (required) [...]

Beauty lurks

By |mai 6th, 2008|Categories: Textes|

Behind words, within, beauty lurks. To open the space around words, to free them, I try other tongues. One language limits more than two or three or more. Tree is arbre is baum. Willow is [...]

Totem

By |mai 5th, 2008|Categories: Poésie|

On the corner the building is gone with a figure I can’t remember brushed on its gray shutter an unavoidable curve an unrecognizable spiral I didn’t know every- time was a climax looping out of [...]

I Am Not Near, Not Far

By |mai 2nd, 2008|Categories: Textes|

"Don't try to figure out who you are," said the Zen master Tozan Ryokai. "If you try to figure out who you are, what you understand will be far away from you. You will have [...]

The last word of the perfect tongue

By |mai 1st, 2008|Categories: Textes|

Writing my "book," or reading, walking in the rain along a Belgian canal, riding the Métro on a holiday afternoon, letting the cat out and in, pulling on a black sock, sitting at the window, [...]

avril 2008

Familiar Twists of Strange Branches

By |avril 20th, 2008|Categories: Textes|

Often in the afternoon, I turn from the Boulevard Raspail onto the Rue Emile Richard, which on each side is lined by parked cars and the stone walls of the Montparnasse cemetery. It is a [...]

When the server serves

By |avril 15th, 2008|Categories: Textes|

Please forgive zenscribe's unforeseen absence in the blogosphere: The server was serving. Which serves as a flagrant example of what is so often forgotten or overlooked: The constant disappearance of all I know. There is [...]

Die to live/mourrir pour vivre

By |avril 7th, 2008|Categories: Textes|

Yesterday in sitting I see it: My thoughts wander, and "I" follows, running in aimless circles along trails that just double back onto themselves. This is going nowhere, blindly, incessantly yearning to come and arrive. [...]

mars 2008

Beyond good and evil

By |mars 31st, 2008|Categories: Textes|

"Pour les Anciens comme pour les mystiques, ce champ qu'ils s'accordent à reconnaître comme celui de la divinité se situe au-delà du plaisir et du déplaisir, au-delà du bien comme du mal. Quiconque veut y [...]

Abundant nothing

By |mars 30th, 2008|Categories: Textes|

If you knew there was nothing to get, would you keep grabbing? If you open to the abundant nothing, what is there left to grab?

The less I know

By |mars 25th, 2008|Categories: Textes|

In the garden this morning, I am looking where I always look. Blossoms stand ghostlike in abundant tree foliage. A dead leaf hangs captive in the frayed strands of a flag, flit-flapping. Undergrowth and overgrowth [...]

No Idea

By |mars 18th, 2008|Categories: Poésie|

How can it last, this headline world of shortcuts carved daily in no space and time?

Days of sitting

By |mars 12th, 2008|Categories: Textes|

Two days of Zen practice in Paris with the Wild Flower Zen Sangha and Amy Hollowell April 6 (Sunday) May 17 or 18 (Saturday or Sunday, date to be confirmed) 9h30-17h30 Beginners and experienced practitioners [...]

La présence intérieure/Inner presence

By |mars 12th, 2008|Categories: Textes|

"...ce secret n'est que la présence intérieure, silencieuse, insondable et nue, qu'une attention toujours donnée aux mots (aux objets) nous dérobe..." Georges Bataille, L'expérience intérieure (Gallimard) ("...this secret is nothing but the inner presence, silent, [...]

Life is movement and rest at once

By |mars 4th, 2008|Categories: Textes|

I might say that having never left, I am back again. A long weekend in Portugal and now return to Montreuil, Paris, Neuilly. There was a second jukai ceremony, with photos to come, either here [...]

février 2008

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