The mind draws inner, physical, and psychological energy to itself and consumes those in the blaze of the engine room.Conventional use of the mind is
Étiquette : anger
The Wickedness of Others
The tipping point occurs when you no longer take the wickedness of others personally.When their words stopped fracturing your heart,Rather than feeling the tearing pain
Anger is a cry of loneliness
Anger, when it explodes, is a cry of loneliness, The one who pushes him is helpless and screams from the depths of his confinement. Those
“What I’m made of …”
On the list of feelings with the power to summon the ego, to crystallize the identity,we should add one that is often omitted: I don’t
I Fulminate, Therefore I Am.
Anger is often a factor of densifying :It crystallizes a “me”. Though powerfully damaging, anger makes us feel real.Through anger, we feel aliveIf I lost
« What now ? I have things to do, you know… »
Some people are so deficient in gratitude from others,They have a lack of appreciation so profound that they will tend to overplay the inconvenience following
Electric Fence
Some people are held captive by the physical net of their nerves… Jailed in the prison of their nerves,Trapped behind the electric fence of their
Those Words You Took Away
In the torments of life, those with which it never fails to sprinkle our daily lives,How easy it is to lose sight of the essential
And The Hostage Gets Free
Fits of anger take all actors hostage.Faced with cries, jerky gesticulations, they fall victims of an emotional freeze, an inner petrifying torpor. Only a descent
Anger Master
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
Suffering Arena
The one who has ears will know for sure that every time I give myself over to gossips,every time I slander,I lock the other in
Mind-Jacking
Once again, you thunder.The mental squall blowing me away from the present, again. Emotional hostage-taking attempt. Mind-jacking.You won’t get me. The rumble of your words
Blaring Woofers At The Red Light
The shutter that keeps quickly slamming against the window is suddenly smashed by the night wind.This does not bother me at all. The car humming
Queen Of Terror
As a child, he had to be protected against her incomprehensible assaults.She raised waves of chaos and yelled sounds of havoc, under the crashing sky,
Notes On The Four Vows
The four lines recited through Buddhist sects in general and in Zen Soto in particular are generally understood are a ritual passages addressed to others
Notes & Silence 