To rephrase Harada, in The Essence of Zen, it is the perception of things which creates things.This does not mean they had no existence prior
To rephrase Harada, in The Essence of Zen, it is the perception of things which creates things.This does not mean they had no existence prior
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It is often said that, to each ‘external’ sense, corresponds an inner version. This can be verified by anyone devoting themselves long enough, or benefiting
Firmly grounded in the one who sees, there is no necessity left to decide which of the two proposals is to be followed What kind
Grasping, which is the mother of all illusions, is the extraction from the flow of thoughts. This flow of thoughts is itself an extraction off the
The only necessary criterion to be used, when it comes to dispatching power according to legitimacy, should be the level of consciousness. Indeed, people benefiting
Meditation is about learning how to let things go — slowly and gently, or abruptly and awfully — quiet. In any case, without notice, the
Whenever I surrender to the Father, I withdraw from the ego room. The movement, the release of energy is the same. The love rising
(french version available here : Au Siffloteur des Matins) From the fierce immaturity of my teenage years, I would question him about the endless universe
To all those who feel so uncomfortable with the contemporary obligation to be ambitious, remember : « It is not a refusal to ambition when you place it
Don’t let people believe they should ‘do nothing’ while meditating. Nor let them think their practice should follow a spirit of non-profit. Quite the opposite
« The good news…here it is… Cherish it, hold it close to your heart, and let it give shape to the smile of serenity. I can
Julie sometimes happened to remind herself of how she was when she lived her previous life : offices, colleagues, dumb tasks, barren talks at the
Now you have grazed the grass of all those dried up pens : Sit outside all fences. Surprisingly appeased, as no attacker roams Harmoniously faithful
If there were only one song I’d wish to play for the rest of my days, it would be Naima, by John Coltrane. A single