In our sitting practice, there is reconciliation, Recognition of errors,And absolution.Understanding of behaviors that generate sufferingAnd reception in a larger space. Thought in motionEnd of
In our sitting practice, there is reconciliation, Recognition of errors,And absolution.Understanding of behaviors that generate sufferingAnd reception in a larger space. Thought in motionEnd of
It is not what you read in your inner eyes that will save you, but the very fact of reading.Not the object, but the process.
Je n’ai jamais trouvé de réponses ailleurs que dans la pratique du silence.Parfois, le silence fait parler les évènements,D’autres fois, il les fait taire.Mais toujours,
What if the incarnation of Jesus was Christ’s dream?From the depths of his consciousness, the son of God would have closed his eyes, for a
It is sometimes the escalation in the nuisance relating to an initially minor disturbance which allows to become aware of this latter.It then appears that
« That Day, man will remember, » The esoteric understanding of the Last Judgment is an opening to deep consciousness,a laying bare of all the layers of
The soul is changing.The absence of a permanent self ceases to mean the negation of the soul as soon as we recognize its changing nature:This
The encounter with the divine, place of a thousand and one joysThis is how this evening I dive back into the forgotten essence. I can
Crisis spirituality,Deep spirituality…What would be a spirituality that could not be actualized in difficult times? What would we do with a spirituality that does not
As the child moves towards maturity, he learns how to manage his fears by being accompanied with his favorite stuffed toy: his cuddly toy.He holds
I like the large empty parking lots after leaving restaurants late in the evening.The large flat spreading of the fields of Flanders, without any construction
I realize that practice is all we have, all we are.and am suddenly sad at the thought that the end of earthly life corresponds to
I see those articles as seeds, out-of-time compact flashes,I plant them in the fields of blank pages. The furrows of the pen pulled by my
Sit down, experience life directly, without concept. Each concept is a vortex that takes you into a spiral arm.Once caught by the mental vortex, you
Whoever did not take this unique path,Who has not fallen into the common passage,He who has not started to pierce the veil of consciousness,The one