Powerful thrust of pineal sap,Persistent harvest in the vessel of Heaven,Thirty ample minutes on the forehead,Bath of grace,Meeting point of sap and sun. _________ This
Powerful thrust of pineal sap,Persistent harvest in the vessel of Heaven,Thirty ample minutes on the forehead,Bath of grace,Meeting point of sap and sun. _________ This
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
I sometimes have the impression that religions, with their array of texts and practices, are so many artificial sets placed in infinity.I think back to
In a broad, contemporary sense, pop-rock-electro music is a form of psychological hostage-taking.It is a dispossession of the mind. Too often imposed on others through
There is a moment of grace upon waking. A liminal space. We’re carried by a cloud of joy, before the worries of our day have
I saw things as things and as dust of things,living dust, teeming, assembled, disassembled, One then the other, one and the other at once,a whole
I have seen beings, alternately as thousands of particles piled up, floating, like a cloud, composed of countless microscopic beings, and as unique individuals, just
Tonight, it seems to me that the Conscious has surprised the Unconscious; it found itself there by chance, inadvertently.It wasn’t expecting it and was not
The absence of desire is true sovereignty. As long as desire persists, there is necessarily a delegation of sovereignty to a third party (more or
I know that the practices from before the age of forty remain of paramount importance, because it is from this launch pad that energy is
When my dog was about to die, hundreds of tiny parasitic organisms suddenly rose to the surface of his fur. Sensing his body cooling down,
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
In the dream, the owl has its back to me. I feel that it is one of the elements created by my mind to occupy
The Christic view, the right view, is the understanding of the divine nature of all things. Zen, the work of consciousness, does not teach gentleness
And all these landscapes that unfold inside,if I didn’t sit in silence, When would I contemplate them?When could they be traversed? Impulses are alive,They emerge