Sans pensée, pas de tempsLa pensée crée le tempsElle est le laboratoireLa fiole où le temps se précipite Sorti du tube à essaiEn dehors du
Étiquette : illusions
The Way Up the Woolen Ball (note)
The traditional practice of Vipassana, through the path it unfolds under our feet, is an experiential teaching. Along this path, the pilgrim is taken by
The Waiting-Room Prayer
Lord, may you grant me a lifeOf wealth and abundanceFreedom and humilityAllow me to understandThere is no life to expectOther than the one expecting us.
What Makes me Feel like Crying (2/2)
This poem is following : What Makes me Feel like Crying (1/2) This is the point where wordsCollapse into linesAnd lines fade out in dots,Where
What Makes me Feel like Crying (1/2)
–The illusion of present lives : the succession of thousands of hours, spent pretending we actually exist. –The illusion of past lives : stories, all
The Freeing Perspective
Would there be anyone to tell me or show me in which fold from the Big Consciousness Cloth I have once again let myself be
