The posture of Zazen is a boundless night skyWhere we watch impulses as they tear darkness apart.From the knees up to the summit of our
The posture of Zazen is a boundless night skyWhere we watch impulses as they tear darkness apart.From the knees up to the summit of our
Meditating is observing the mind…Nothing else, really…And observing the mind is the wildest adventure on Earth(and beyond) Franck Joseph©FJ Jan 2021- All rights reserved.Articles are
La façon avec laquelle le compositeur Lully est décédé a quelque chose d’un l’enseignement bouddhiste.Il tapait le temps d’un long bâton dont il se frappa
There is a fundamental equality in the way our mind material is useless.Not a single thought worth being a source of preoccupation,Even though variations in
Bodhicitta : the strength which is given to us,the one we use to hang on to the sailboat mastwhen the strong gusts of thoughts start blowing
Entre les causes et les effets,Il y a les conditions favorables, ou défavorablesA la manifestation de ces données enrouléesDans le terrain des conditionsSe situe notre grande
Zazen does not bring any solution to a specific problem.The practice of sitting reframes the problem we are facing in such a way it stops
« Nous n’avons pas toujours le courage et le calme nécessaire pour voir, derrière la réaction radicale, incompréhensible ou démesurée, la blessure d’amour. » Franck Joseph ©FJ
Can you read between the thoughts,Strategies to soften, highlight, conceal or bypassThe slice of Reality opening to you ? Franck Joseph©FJ Jan 2021- All rights reserved.Articles
The colors of life dancing in meAre now blending differently,Delicate glows slowly emergingAnd vividness ready to dim. It is good, it is sad,It is calm
Breathing is the thread poking out,The one on which you drawTo reach back to the Spirit. Franck Joseph©FJ Jan 2021- All rights reserved.Articles are available
Letting life unfold means des-inventing ourselves.Day in, day out, allowing the densified clusters of our emulated personality To crumble back to dust, enjoying the winds
All along these pages of practice,I could say that successive layers of paint appear…The yellowish ego starts showing through.Could it all be painted with the
We have let the Spirit pass throughWithout tying ends together,Or trying to hoard anything. The wind flows freelyWhen rooms have open windows Franck Joseph©FJ Jan
Limiting all inner life phenomena to our the activity of the mind, is having an ideological perspective as well as a fragmentary experience of the