« Master, I feel so helpless, the onslaught of my thoughts seems to have doubled in vigor lately.Even if I sit zazen, they totally draw me
« Master, I feel so helpless, the onslaught of my thoughts seems to have doubled in vigor lately.Even if I sit zazen, they totally draw me
Compelled by the oppressive context of our collective daily life, the one to which, as a people, a part of humanity, we are tied, I
The couple relationship has double locked itself. Still, there are cases where one of the prisoners wakes up amid a dust cloud and starts seeing
(re-post) You can keep you dirty power,I don’t want it !Keep it and please, stop wagging it under my nose ! I know you’re unable
Once they have soaked long enough in Zazen PoolEven the largest chunks, though difficult to digest,End up dissolving.They later reach the flow of nutrients,Travel around
Like an ageing actor, playing out of tuneAs he tries on poses and reflexes from his brighter years,We sometimes sit a broken zen. Like a
Bodhicitta : the strength which is given to us,the one we use to hang on to the sailboat mastwhen the strong gusts of thoughts start blowing
My dear friend,The transparency of your sensitivenessIs never a discomfort to you. Here, again, you are teaching me.The clarity, the immediacy of the truth in
Mental winds can be the consequences of a karmic swell.The distance from which they come has long been inaccessible to our understanding.The only thing we
This is why diseases and tragedies, when they strike, — in a somehow paradoxical and counterintuitive manner — can be a tremendously liberating experience for
Desert. It can mean going through the barren dryness and loneliness of meditation. Knowing the desert through meditation. The sun dries everything up. The higher