There is a form of violence that I apply to myself.It occurs at night, when I struggle with what appears as a wake-up phase I
There is a form of violence that I apply to myself.It occurs at night, when I struggle with what appears as a wake-up phase I
Today is February, the First, of 2019I am 39 years old.In a few minutes, we’ll celebrateThe seventh birthday of my younger son. At the back
(An Answer to Mary) I would say that the different levels of subjective truth intermingle. They are all true, on different degrees, depending on the
Desire is the magnetic power which keeps together the composing elements of our ‘self ‘.In proportion to its intensity, it joins and packs with more or
If Buddhism speaks to me, it is because, when I read the texts or when I listen to the talks, they reflect practical experiences I’ve
If I transpose contemporary forms of communication into one of our senses — touch –,It would correspond to being permanently grazed by hands.Our skin, over-stimulated,
The virus is spreading and everyone wants it to end.It tries to survive, to outlive everyone.It struggles, mutates and end up putting out, once it
The shutter that keeps quickly slamming against the window is suddenly smashed by the night wind.This does not bother me at all. The car humming
As a child, he had to be protected against her incomprehensible assaults.She raised waves of chaos and yelled sounds of havoc, under the crashing sky,
If I do not choose to have faith in the human being, life is only an acid apprehension.It is unlivable. By rotating the angle I
Sister M., in one of the audio podcast I use while jogging, very quietly, says thatDuring our prayers, our moments of silent sitting, we should
The bird lands on the garden wall.In the house, the cat. A window between them.Suddenly the cat starts running to the garden.In a snap, the
Which of the text or the author is the broadest ? I thought for a long time that the text was always wider than the
The four lines recited through Buddhist sects in general and in Zen Soto in particular are generally understood are a ritual passages addressed to others
« Master, I feel so helpless, the onslaught of my thoughts seems to have doubled in vigor lately.Even if I sit zazen, they totally draw me