Let’s be abrupt,I will be. I wonder if religions are not just the leafy fruit of mental agitation.I am talking about the inspirations of the
Étiquette : feelings
Emotional Hell
The Master has nothing against emotional content or the expression of such material.Still, he will try to point to the suffering arising whenever emotion becomes
Que Faire des Sensations ?
Ce qu’il faut faire avec les sensations, c’est justement…rien.A partir du moment où je cherche à “traiter” le phénomène vedana (1), je n’ai d’autre option
A Universal Language
When emotions are illegible, there’s no use for words any longer.Only silence can unbind them, and return them to nothingness. We need to make out
Tickles In The Forehead
It had been a long time since the ticklingBehind the center of the foreheadHad not sprung up in the course of Just Sitting. Small gravel
The Illu-Zone (1/2)
This may sound as a derogatory term : ‘disillusioned’ comes to tag those among us who jar with the channels of common enthusiasm.We have entered the diktat
Vedanight
One of them, caughtBetween my fingers, staredFor what it is. They’re all out at nightPassing through my inner skyAll different in speed, shape and brightnessBut
Truly Meeting You
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
Layer Cake, Trenches and Shovels.
Heard somewhere on the way home (most probably from a radio podcast: » we don’t live in the world, but in a conceptual overlay ». As
Notes & Silence 