Turn the fader now Press the time switch Take the words off the mix You’ll be at peace, for a moment … Yet knowing they
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To the Morning Whistler
(french version available here : Au Siffloteur des Matins) From the fierce immaturity of my teenage years, I would question him about the endless universe
Promised Land
The Promised Land is in us. Continuously, this inner territory awaits its inhabitants. It stands inside each one of us, and we all share its
Ambition Order : will (not) comply.
To all those who feel so uncomfortable with the contemporary obligation to be ambitious, remember : « It is not a refusal to ambition when you place it
Let Them Fall Awake…
Don’t let people believe they should ‘do nothing’ while meditating. Nor let them think their practice should follow a spirit of non-profit. Quite the opposite
Flower of Silence
« The good news…here it is… Cherish it, hold it close to your heart, and let it give shape to the smile of serenity. I can
Creativity : Puddle or Geyser ?
When he unfolds content so gracefully and dwells each recess of his body with so much intensity When he writes, when he speaks with spirit
A Coffee Machine Awakening Practice
Julie sometimes happened to remind herself of how she was when she lived her previous life : offices, colleagues, dumb tasks, barren talks at the
No Door, No Threshold
Isn’t it amazing to note that the most immediate door to what’s beyond stands right at the heart of this world’s density ? This apparent
Fields of Fear
Now you have grazed the grass of all those dried up pens : Sit outside all fences. Surprisingly appeased, as no attacker roams Harmoniously faithful
Desert Sitting
Desert. It can mean going through the barren dryness and loneliness of meditation. Knowing the desert through meditation. The sun dries everything up. The higher
Holy Gardening
The evolution of religions as well as the way spiritualities expand, can never be detached from time. As we move along this axis, we are
Naima (Secret Code)
If there were only one song I’d wish to play for the rest of my days, it would be Naima, by John Coltrane. A single
Slide Underneath All Layers
There are many levels of consciousness : each of them is a world in itself. Each of them providing a different or deeper angle Each
Pas de porte, pas de seuil, pas de pas / No Door, No Threshold
(Please scroll down for english version) Il est étonnant de remarquer que la porte la plus directe vers l’au-delà du monde, se trouve au cœur
Notes & Silence 