I find myself like the plane emerging from the storm clouds,like the ship, suddenly, breaking through the winds and downpours Ruffled, a few sheets of
Étiquette : calm
Un-Veil
Religion, its beliefs and its expressions (practice/rituals) often constitute the ultimate area of attachment for the pilgrim along the Way. The last rope that keeps
Far From the Edge
To engage in conflict, it is necessary to live at the edge of one’s mind.He who has withdrawn, set back from the edge of the
Approaching God
Whatever you doGod is greater than that,the best way to approach Godis to do nothing at all. ©FJ Nov 2024Recueils / Participation/ Groupe
All Prayers, All Practices
If you have been looking elsewhere and inquire about prayers and practices,and that, in a breeze of memory, you sit back on the cushion,you discover
Chasing teachers ?
I see two ways of not chasing teachers, dojos, conferences: -on the one hand, not having any knowledge of the richness and potential for awakening
Water-Mind
It is not simply the level of disturbance on the water surface that reflects the mind in a poetic wayTheir connection is deeper.Christ commands the
Where the Bird Can Rest
How would you expect the bird to still come and rest his gentle feet with all the noise the Man keeps making ? It pulses
Transparent Calmness
In the end, on the other side of event management strategies,Through ideologies and cognitive contortions of our attempts at integrating emotional content,Though emergency re-framing operations
Reported Compassion
In my eyes, as soon as compassion starts showing the first sign of ostentation, it is off-track…And stops being a path I want to follow.That
River Bed
Letting yourself get carried away by sleepSurrendering yourself over to the sleeping currentThere is nothing surprising in the difficulties encounteredBy the one we have so
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
Breathing Arabesques
Have you ever met what awaitsAt the very end of an exhalationDid you let the breath in unfurl its arabesquesTo the end of the ends
The Borderless Territory
The border does not mean anything to the cloud.It feels no contemptAnd no pity It simply moves over the border without noticing it.Concepts are borders
Seek The Fire
The fire, incubating underneath all the words :Here’s what deserves our mindful focus. Words are nothing but the desperate leftovers, remnants from psychological play-dough,Thrown on
Notes & Silence 