I waited a long time in silence.Silence does not speak Hebrew, Sanskrit, Japanese, Arabic or Latin.Silence does not speak.That’s one more reason to listen.
I waited a long time in silence.Silence does not speak Hebrew, Sanskrit, Japanese, Arabic or Latin.Silence does not speak.That’s one more reason to listen.
Religion, spiritual practice, are conceptual cages from which one day we will have to escape.We are the young child lying in bed, a mobile that
I’m talking to you from a place of quietnessYou’re listening to me from where everyone keeps talkingThis is the reason why you cannot hear me.
The cherries hanging from the tree in my garden are often found in twos or threesand, often, the reddest ones are at the top of
There are two kinds of people: -Those who have not lived long enough to see that time passes quickly,-And those who look at them smiling,
The gentle gesture is a manifested echo of a peaceful consciousness.The book I’m taking, but before,the hand that extends to take the book, but before,The
Be still and know that I am God (Psalms 46:10) Faith is also trusting the ongoing work underneath our ignorant wanderings,Believing in the solution that
The practitioner of the meadows, of sitting in the wild, is very sad when he passes in front of the building where city practitioners gather.
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