ryōanji gardens, kyoto, july 2026 à olivier devèze hōjōki / kamo no chōmei the moon of my life is waning setting gently behind the hills

the moon and sun are eternal travelers. even the years wander on. a lifetime adrift in a boat, or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. mastudō basho / narrow road to the interior in memory of jivan west a sea stack stands there alone vastness without shore sprawling waves wash over you starlit nights illumine your face 'branching streams flow in the dark' shunruyu suzuki it's summer time murmur of branches

munggu, bali, 2026 almost to the point of silence the ever unpointable flickering on the threshold of not knowing which way to fall words fewer than before when the dark had sprawled beyond questions street noise birdsongs from the eaves brushes of the morning quick against the sky the rain has almost stopped traced before us a trail scattering of clouds do you rejoice do you regret

silent retreat, payangan, bali, february 2026 parole ebréchée pour mieux dire rêve émietté pour mieux voir ce qui ne se dit ne se montre pas non par refus non non par refus qui ne le peut le dire autrement le non le dire il le faut des mots tu n'es pas quittes souviens-toi même en silence des mots tu n'es pas quittes à même le silence le dire autrement cette langue d'emprunt karma d'emprunt

on this hilltop road we were fated to meet evergreens you mantled in white me a homeless shadow roaming into where our hearts sibilant evergreens a mantra of storm snowstorm flurrying evergreens engulfing slopes we make us turn evergreens waning light of winter pages of no return evergreens

à la nuit tombée, sur la route de monte-clérigo, espartal, algarve driving through pine-studded heathland at twilight spot you lying on country road you may be in need of some help come closer to scoop you up no stars have paled your bones all crushed still a warmth in your belly in the glare of headlights i scrute your eyes that frozen gaze you look through me past skyline and fading silhouette of pines into a darkness too vast for me how a single sparkle can lead to someth

your light beam adorns my eyes dimmed by erring through darks darks where soul cannot alight earth you call your smile a shelter you offer the stranger wind gates open in my ears it's your whisper i hear remember this is nirvana the mother of all shores here your hand in mine brush of a petal the plum-branch our loosened hold we scatter

this dream we are born into

a man there is keeping his silence silence is keeping her man held holding beholden whole forgets to leave his hut stunned by light blazing on the doorway to a world of dew nenuphars awaken

for leyla igarishi 'zazen is the dharma gate of easeful joy.' - eihei dogen the year that ends the year that begins under what sky ever will they meet there where no thing begins no thing ends verdant hills and birdsongs freely come and disappear unremembered yet a place closest to you there this empty seat pemuteran, bali, 31 december 2025

sky is getting thicker to shelter trees night reaches closer rest given to everything tiles on star-lit roofs nettles cobbles on the pathway ei-tai ji temple alpes-de-haute-provence

fingers plumes of yearning beyond the body reach nothing to grasp nothing to yield they know it now we know it now misremembered our very mind to this or is there another shore we are recalled exiting exile may take a little longer they know it now we know it now qui sommes nous images resurfacing on spume nameless and unclaimed we are ballotés ici et là tongue rolling over itself something veils us in daylight the wait for waves to intercede