Paging through the day, from early to late afternoon.
Desires abound, lurking around each corner. Streets in the Marais are packed with them.
What happened there? What happened to Goldenberg’s? Only the corner remains.
And commercial real estate reigns.
We visit the « Marché de la poésie. » I’d like to be inspired, but instead find myself weary after 30 minutes. What is all this commerce? What is for sale that no one seems to be buying?
« Keep the world safe for poetry, » it says on the wall above my desk. How?
A Zen story answers: « If you raise a speck of dust, the nation prospers. If you don’t raise a speck of dust, the nation perishes. »
Dust (lurking around each corner)
About the Author: zenscribe
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.
Yes, nice indeed.
What "apocalypse" is that?
Apart from being beneficial for the body’s circulatory system, garlic is useful in cooking. Nice flavor sometimes.
If you raise a speck of anti-matter the universe collapses
or maybe just the Euro collapses and the peaceful co-existence of religions.
What can I do about the apocalypse?
I eat one clove of garlic a day to keep the demons away.