Song of Songs, 1: 4 : ‘The King has brought me into his chambers’. As the pilgrim passes by, the dividing walls hiding the sensual
Song of Songs, 1: 4 : ‘The King has brought me into his chambers’. As the pilgrim passes by, the dividing walls hiding the sensual
From ‘logos’ to ‘dharma’, I am not convinced that there is a single step to take. The logos, in its etymological meaning, is the order
There is no need to inform at all costs, whether we are in a didactic context (student information), therapeutic situation (physiological information), teaching wisdom (information
Sitting zazen, there is a sacrament of forgiveness.Towards others, of course, forgiveness dawning in the horizon,Towards ourselves, forgiveness we receive. The heart of zazen is
When I was ten years old, I believed in paradise.The Christian one,The Muslim oneThe Jewish paradise,And I believed in the ‘reincarnations’ of Tibetan Buddhism…I believe
What are words of truth ?We may answer that question by spilling a millions words on the origin of those words…,on the context in which
Stories teach me that anger,Anger that holds sleep hostage,Is also my master.A cruel, radical, uncompromising master,But a master whose teaching is unfathomable. Anger shows me
Zazen allows you to finally look at the traumaSitting Zazen : seeing the trauma at last.When sitting has become stableAnd all winds have spread silence,Zazen
To say the truth, I do not know whether we are re-born after death, whether transmigration guides our souls, or stay in a land of
Among the unexpected side effects of meditation practice, we can observe an inexplicable and radical loss of interest for all scenarios and staging delivered via
Pelvis opening,From the back, above the cushion,Like a spreading pair of wingsLike an origami sheet coming back to its fold. Knees anchoring, at last.Femur turning
Sitting Zazen is dyingTruly. Sit down and die. And when masters know their last hour has arrived,They sit zazen before passing away,There is nothing surprising,They
He’s moving about slowly – He needs to be looked at.By hanging a mysterious smile to the corner of his lips, he hopes to summon,
Thich Nhat Hanh suggests an interesting, very inspiring translation/ interpretation of this famous answer by the Buddha…When he was asked what the core of his
I’m never done taking refuge.It is an act of faith, permanently reaffirmed.With each breath, remembering where we dwellWhere we come from,And dwelling back in this