I feel very deeply, not in an emotional sense, a closeness to the sacred inner fire,The one where souls are born in incandescent sheaves,to that
I feel very deeply, not in an emotional sense, a closeness to the sacred inner fire,The one where souls are born in incandescent sheaves,to that
Intelligence is not an aid…. on the path to awakeningOn the contrary, it is a factor of opacityThe thickness of the intelligence filter is a
It is always He who frees me from myself,Again and again, He fishes me out of the heavy cargo of my pretentiousness to plunge me
Neither knowledge,nor merit, clear light, satori,immediate gift,infinite grace. ©FJ Fev 2025Recueils / Participation/ Horaires des SéancesGroupes De Pratique (Audio, Sessions)
When I say Buddha,I say that which sees beyond,the ineffable source of consciousnessand when we speak of the awakened,we aim at the very nature of
If it were not for my familyon that fresh night of April,I would have walked to You indefinitely… My steps, one after the otherNo one
One ultimate natureUnderlies all naturesOf the awakened ones of all places and ages,This ultimate nature is no different from the nature of all Buddhas.It appears,
The joined handsFrom the cave of realizationSanctify the whole world,In the world, everything is but a reminder,An invitation to dwellFrom the divine lair. This is
The first step of the famous Return is the Turnaround,The eye is at the door,The eye is at the door of the eye, The eye
The call from God and the presence of bodhicitta, the spirit of awakening,are two realities in me that I could not let coexist.I realize today
Être “né de nouveau” comme le disait Jésus, “en esprit et en vérité, en Souffle et en vigilance.Pneuma et Aletheia(*). Habité par le souffle, la
I have always been surprised and refreshed by this physiological validation of our spiritual path. I know I’m on the way, The forehead gentle itch
The way people leave each other is similar to the process of cell division.Everything is present at the beginning of the life of the cell
Practicing before dawn,Writing at the edge of the nightAre allegories of awakening. Travel the few meters that separate the bed and the cushion,when the house
Alcohol is a dark energy anchoring us in the shallows. Even a little bit, even from time to time. This substance weights the soul, keeps