‘Home Staging’ : This is a typical example of what happens when common sense is suddenly made hostage by an American-sounding label and is squeezed in
Étiquette : illusions
Les Scénaristes ne sont pas Tisserands
Il y a quelque chose de malhonnête dans la relecture minutieuse que les scénaristes appliquent à chacun des détails de l’histoire écrite, afin de débusquer
Mais Bien Sûr…
Certaines personnes sont tellement aspirées dans leur système de croyance, que si on les plaçait sur un coussin pour leur faire traverser les parois poreuses
Aller Vers, Aller Avec
Le secret, pour habiter dans la joieLe secret pour que ‘la joie demeure’C’est de sortir du grand huit, des rails du train qui va contre.Et
Soul Sharpening
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
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
Notes & Silence 