The kesa for the way,The way of the inside, the call of being, that is all.The kesa, as a piece of fabric,No use. At certain
The kesa for the way,The way of the inside, the call of being, that is all.The kesa, as a piece of fabric,No use. At certain
I feel such gratitude towards…I don’t know. Zazen in my life is such an injection of beauty, breadth, perspective, clarity, an energetic embrace, an ocean
All books,even the most important to you.yes, even this one,are no different from the jumble of the intellect.Really, what are you still looking for ?
Whether you like it or not, the experience is one of loneliness,It must be so.To name it an experience, there must be solitude,Also, the groups
Much more than answers, silent sitting offers questions,The questions, the one who does not sit down does not ask them.The emergence of these questions is
This is a translation from an audio note in French : here Realize that religions are an artificial reading grid that we have just added
Two strategies consist in relativizing the suffering of a being: -By comparing this suffering to the level of suffering experienced by their peers (« it’s the
I meditate because the world is a whirlpool machineAnd silent sitting then, is a remedy for shimmering, swirling death,A death which puts on the ten
In the end, on the other side of event management strategies,Through ideologies and cognitive contortions of our attempts at integrating emotional content,Though emergency re-framing operations
Music robs the beauty of calmness.On deep water, nothing is built.There, light sinks in and leaves fallAnd plants slowly decompose.All of this is raining inside.
It suddenly occurred to me that all these problems I have in my life, right now, as well as those I’ve had to go through
I don’t really know why or how,but fasting wipes out violence. It has this power,it soaks up violence and dissolves it. This note a based
I wonder if what we call ‘tinnitus’ is not the lower limit, the floor of the consciousness level that I had not yet encountered on
On my tibia, up to the internal malleolus facing the sky, laysa log of wood. I knock it with folded fingers, and move towers my
255 : « Allah! there is no god but Him, the Ever-living, the Self-subsisting by Whom all subsist (Kayyûm); slumber does not overtake Him nor sleep; whatever