On a poster in the Métro: Estampes Japonaises: Images d’un monde éphémère
(Japanese Prints: Images of an ephemeral world)
But…
There is no world that is not ephemeral.
It’s right here in the rumble of the trains, clanging back and forth and back, never arriving, neverending around and around, the snow in flurries, flakes one by one each in its one place, then gone, night descending without warning, all the faces and fine bodies young and old, broken, weary, bursting with joy, strong, upright, hunched idle in boredom, wandering, wishing, resting, promising, pretending, stable and frail, unknown and knowing, simple, direct, a laugh and a shrug, a blink, unseen, subtle as a faint echo in a dream slipping away upon waking.
Image of an ephemeral world
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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.
Here and now for the same sake.
I read somewhere:
That which is before you is it, in all its fullness, utterly complete.
— Huang Po
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