Praying is an experienceAbove all, essentially, a physical experience. Can we consider that physical existence is an occasion for a quintessence of the prayer experience
Praying is an experienceAbove all, essentially, a physical experience. Can we consider that physical existence is an occasion for a quintessence of the prayer experience
I had to wait 41 years to finally understand that my first reflex is totally ineffective..worse: it is counterproductive… -We cannot soothe ourselves through the
Practice is uniqueThe path is uniqueWords, smells, change,but don’t change anything,There is, ultimately, only one practice,Tonight, I can see it: we cannot never choose between
To practice Zen, You have to have seen it all To have seen it all You need to practice Silent Sitting ©FJ Oct 2023Recueils /
In moments of narrowness, I always find the unthinkable space of the HeartTo welcome me Because the walls of concepts always end up being built
Concepts run, endlessly, to the point of exhaustion,And then they pass the baton to others. Concepts run behind God, the living, Always faster, Always elusive,
This morning I am considering the following possibility: The passage of a soul from one realm/ support to another and eternal life are not necessarily
The great high-low reversal This is also how we can understand the encounter with the Spirit. Franck – October 2023Recueils / Participations/ Pratique
What Zen allows, in counter-relief, in reverse mirror, is to note that other traditions have stifled their living center by trussing it up in a
The emptier my practice,The more I’m able to welcome all practices.This is the heart of true Zen.Any arrangement of a systemic ‘Zen’is a total heresyabsolute
Being a ManMeans one has felt the work of time – aging – in one’s flesh.Experience, the mutation of inner energies, establishes credibility,It traces a
The Spirit that pushes Man along the axis of disintegration of all concepts inherent to religious and spiritual practices… Is the compass of the soul.The
Until you reach silence, religion, spirituality, are just gibberish: physical equipment from the Grand Bazaar where everything is worth anything else, where nothing is worth
Sitting in meditation, And observing the embers of thoughts Still red, Freshly excited by the winds, Those that light easily. Then burn up and disappear
I find it very positive that what bothers me, what I am uncomfortable with, what does not speak to the heart of my current practice,