The tools held at our disposal, by eastern traditions as well as systems from which they derive, do not open on any experience of transcendence…
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Master’s Degree : The Question.
A good question any teacher should consider is :Am I ‘offering’ this teaching through myself or am I ‘selling’ myself through this teaching ? Franck
Shorter Than A Koan
The oak tree in the temple yard, (1)Calling the Earth to witnessSame anchoringSame simple mindSame footprint in realitySame resolution to lifeObvious choice of happiness within
Alone in the Elevator (?)
Breathing in, Breathing out,Thoughts have their own cycles.Suddenly, one disappears and the next one does not arise.A bit of waiting, it does not come. The
Square Awakening
Trapped in this urban fiction, cutting them off from nature and thereby creating the « environment » as a by-product of their fictitious extraction, human beings, through
A Grateful Body
Something, in the grace of of your pace, in the lighthearted smile as you approachLets me know you’ve changed. Your body is now thankfulAfter decades
Pilgrims In Spiritual Lands
I’m reading the worlds’ architecture as revealed by the Kabbalah, and I see the reflections of Buddhist Pure Earth(s),In the explanations of the various forms
Note to Christians, Buddhists, Believers ….
The reason why I can’t resolve to subscribing to some beliefs is because those beliefs can never actually resolve me. They do not dissolve the
The Dharma River
At this moment, life needed to pivot, to flow and riddle lightlyYet, nothing happened. Stagnation is never due to the bed of lifeBut to the
‘Healers’
Sensibility simply isSensibility is, simply. The actualization of therapeutic effectsCan never be learned in books or courses This may come as bad news For status-lovers
Swimming or Drowning Lessons ?
How unskillful that is,Using others’ errant ways to cover our own wanderings,to take the blanket they would like us to tuck them in with,and try
Where Your Treasure Is…
But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For
Freedom Under Lockdown
Oddly enough, this note was written in December 2019, in a time when ‘lockdown’ referred more to sci-fi movies or exciting video games atmosphere than
Into Being Now
There was something puzzled in me When you spoke, when you moved I would wait, further back, And then I understood. Your automatic cues, picked
Wire of Objects
The more objects you own,The further lost you’ll be. After all those years spent fantasizing over induced desires, Coveting ready-made solutions to non-existing problems, Stacking
Notes & Silence 