In a famous film, whose title is divided into three categories: the Good, the Bad and the Ugly; the world is said to fall into

In a famous film, whose title is divided into three categories: the Good, the Bad and the Ugly; the world is said to fall into
I’m watching our practiceI’ m watching mineAnd I see so much ego.It is hard to admitBut it is impossible not to confess today.These practices are
Self-centeredness is sometimes the only path an individual can take to avoid being swept away in the midst of the gusts of life.Like everyone else,
As long as the ego wants,At the end of the path,Will come the taste of venom. In the meantime, all feet are rushing,At the speed
How many more years shall I spendHanging around in the rancid juice of thoughts ? Operating from the mind module is dipping into the tank
Stories teach me that anger,Anger that holds sleep hostage,Is also my master.A cruel, radical, uncompromising master,But a master whose teaching is unfathomable. Anger shows me
To study the selfIs to forget the selfTo forget the self,Is to meet God.(1) The study of the self in a misled practice brings an
Mindful breathingAlways corresponds to the leap off the Train of ThoughtsThe leap back into the Awaiting. Franck Joseph©FJ May 2021 – All Rights ReservedArticles are
Practicing Zazen, just sitting,Is answering ‘mu’ to all questioningsSubtle and non-subtle onesThat are stirring up our minds. By sitting Zazen, we practice ‘not entering’.Sitting on
There are times in a life,Crossroads in the nights,When the energies passing throughCan be upsettingly violent. The practice of Zazen, sitting meditation, Creates conditions for
Here is a strange belief, both highly common and yet quite surprising :The belief according to which words would withhold elements of truth. We would therefore
There is a fundamental equality in the way our mind material is useless.Not a single thought worth being a source of preoccupation,Even though variations in
It is very clear to my eyes, that the underlying power conveying thoughts does not belong to me.When the vertical axis collides with and opens
All along these pages of practice,I could say that successive layers of paint appear…The yellowish ego starts showing through.Could it all be painted with the
Once I have seen,That my true nature is divineAll this tagging and naming frenzyHas stopped being an issue Rest in beauty, in the deepest selfWhere