Le désir est matrice d’illusion,L’illusion est matrice de désir. ©FJ Sept. 2025Recueils / Participation/
Le désir est matrice d’illusion,L’illusion est matrice de désir. ©FJ Sept. 2025Recueils / Participation/
When the Book Of Life writes itself within me, I can hear the invitation.The words in letters of light that appear in my mind are
When investing consciousness in the physical body to repel mental invaders (in reality, it’s more a case of a panicked fleeing child, a lost child
An emotion can also be at the root of the inflammatory phenomenon of the mental body. Fear has a powerful potential to invade the mind.
Si tu écoutes profondémenttu verras qu’aux trois coups de cloche,C’est en réalité ton Cœur qui appelle. ©FJ Sept. 2025Recueils / Participation/
Prophecies apprehended from a strict exteriority are terrifying.From the perspective of an interior spirituality, the mechanisms of action of this form of communication can be
When, through events and discussions, a distant suffering resurfaces within you and settles into your life for a few days, bringing with it a host
Lorsque l’on observe cela avec un peu de recul, de neutralité,Avec un peu d’honnêteté et de courage, donc, On constate avec un grand étonnement que
All egotistical speech (Packaging words that aim at telling oneself) is a sound of heaviness, density and stagnation. It carries and expresses an energy that
Let’s meet at nightat the corner of the landscape,and lift it, There, at the corner, we can lift some element of the scenery that holds
Dogen : « Étudier la voie du Bouddha, c’est s’étudier soi-même. S’étudier soi-même, c’est s’oublier soi-même. S’oublier soi-même, c’est être justifié par toutes les existences. »
The popular expression of spirituality is often the one that tends to be discarded and relegated to the level of the least qualitative, the most
It is not yesterday’s or tomorrow’s bread. Let us become aware (“give us”) that ruminating on the past and speculating about the future distance us
The tent is my body,rain from the trees on the tarpaulin of my skin,It drips on the membrane of my eardrums.The birds sing, perched on
“We know well what the earth takes away from them.” This earthly existence restricts human consciousness to such an extent that we cannot fully grasp