When the wood pencil is so short,That it threatens to disappear On every stroke, on every letter, Where has its former body gone ?Is it true
Étiquette : illusions
But A Dream
Imagine a dream….You are giving yourself over to circular pleasures,Hidden by the surface foam from troubled waters,Until you notice distant flames on the shore Waving
‘No Place To Sit, Nowhere to Rest’
Once his visitors have mentioned the absence of any possibility to sit, as they come to meet Vimalakirti, he asks the the following question : ‘Have
The Path Is Clear
A French version is available here : La Voie Est Libre ! I feel sorryFor people who love to stuff their mindswith new age sauce
Corroding Masters
Institutional believers unceasingly suck on their comfort blanket. Intrinsically, what are the tangible attributes of coaches and staff carrying around their spiritual teaching material ?The credit
La Mort de Lully
La façon avec laquelle le compositeur Lully est décédé a quelque chose d’un l’enseignement bouddhiste.Il tapait le temps d’un long bâton dont il se frappa
In Vivo Veritas : Où est le Temps ?
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
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
La Part de l’Esprit (Dans une Pandémie)
An English version is available here : The Role of the Mind (in Times of Pandemic) De plus en plus, je pense qu’il est important
Dormir sans Couette (L’Homme de Religion)
Si le cadre conceptuel qu’ apportent les religions nous attire tant, c’est qu’il joue le rôle de couette épaisse et colorée, de celles qui rassurent
What Is
Seeing what isIs seeing what is not.This may happen as the relationBetween what is and what is not reverses.Sitting creates favorable conditions to such an
Notes & Silence 