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Slave of you, slave of me…
He froze abruptly. Like a fly stops flying when two irritated hands suddenly clap. His inner buzz had come to an end : he glimpsed
Here I Am
There will come a time when we will have to acknowledge all this spiritual circus, to which we were initially attracted, moved by the gusts
Towards the Magma Heart
It is often said that, to each ‘external’ sense, corresponds an inner version. This can be verified by anyone devoting themselves long enough, or benefiting
Master Solicitor
Many masters, instead of harnessing the figure of a wise man seem much more appealed to the ideal of the solicitor. They have become the
Check The Mailbox Today
(Version française : Rue du Faire) A short post, as an invitation dropped in the mailbox of people living in Doing Street… There are few
Where Souls are Drowned and Bodies Seen as Real …
The Buddha’s Pure Earths, the underworlds, Paradise and all transitional places can be visited while sitting on the cushion. They correspond to the different ‘climates’
Last Screening
Matthew, legs crossed, 10 PM sitting session. His eyes are all over the place, like an animal watching all attackers coming at him at the
Piercing the Worlds
I am the medium for reality without me, the world cannot exist. And the shelter you provide is hosting a fictitious universe Without you to
The Wideopen
Firmly grounded in the one who sees, there is no necessity left to decide which of the two proposals is to be followed What kind
How long before Awakening ? (Quote)
How many time units (years, lives, centuries, kalpas, eons…) until the encounter with the Dharma can occur ? The flour needs to be wet For
The Great Freedom
Leaning back against the slope of the Great Freedom we often mistake it with a stone, a sign or a tree along the way. Standing
A Zazen Bath
Sitting zazen is taking a bath of holiness without necessarily knowing it In this bath, I’m letting my self slide and raise again relieved of
In the Inkwell of the Self
Writing is difficult when you dip your quill in your own personal inkpot. Ideas get glued up and go lumpy. They end up tied in
Softly Sad
On this very special eve A familiar, comfortable, remotely throbbing feeling Is letting myself melt into this place of Softly Sad. Like songs written in
Notes & Silence 