When the breath passes through me, Undulations in the pipes,All dust carried away,Primordial line,Why put a name to it?If there is nothing to receive a
When the breath passes through me, Undulations in the pipes,All dust carried away,Primordial line,Why put a name to it?If there is nothing to receive a
A bottle of water filled to the last drop: full of water, filled to the brim, and empty of the air it contained when it
At the heart of silent sitting,the practice does not exist,where sitting is still,the heart of the practice does not express itself.In simple sitting,there is no
When you take a close look, you realise one must be ignorant to accumulate material elements, then spend one’s life setting up systems to perpetuate
Emptiness is not nothing,on the contrary,it is everything.Emptiness is the absence of focus on anything,The impossibility of stopping to make a template out of anything,as
Blaise Pascal said: “In the heart of Man there is a hole in the shape of God.” I remember this object that I had as
I like the large empty parking lots after leaving restaurants late in the evening.The large flat spreading of the fields of Flanders, without any construction
When I practice silence,When I honor the absence of words, I become familiar with the force that calls, demands, urges, summons to fill the furrow
Silent sitting is teaching yourselfTo come back to thesimplicitybeautyoneness Of what is Silent sitting is teaching yourselfto come back to emptinesswaiting behind phenomena. ©FJ Nov
Emptiness is a movement of hollowing out,phenomena are a filling movement.two directions,two energies. This is where the beginner’s mind is born.essentially on the side of
A thousand times, I’ve been ready for surprises,A thousand times, surprises did not come.Today I no longer expect them,I might well be surprised ©FJ June
Thomas Merton, in Zen and the Birds of Appetite :The notion of innocence (which he offers as a translation for « emptiness ») through economic terms :
Et enfin, oui, toutes les religions énoncent la vérité. Elles ont toutes raison à des niveaux différents. Elles reflètent toutes un ou plusieurs niveaux de
Et si la vérité n’était pas cette pièce biface, cette compréhension toujours binaire de la vacuité ?Si elle était un échafaudage ou s’enchevêtrent différents plans
Breathing in, Breathing out,Thoughts have their own cycles.Suddenly, one disappears and the next one does not arise.A bit of waiting, it does not come. The