True joy, the joy of zazen, is not excitement.It is subtle serenity,constantly renewed contemplation,delicate rapture, a petal placed on a leaf along a stream. ©FJ
True joy, the joy of zazen, is not excitement.It is subtle serenity,constantly renewed contemplation,delicate rapture, a petal placed on a leaf along a stream. ©FJ
Empirical, imperialThe foundation is both the key to joy, pure joy,and the fruit of the joy that has settled in our lives.A shattering entrance,A flash
It’s unfortunate to see that the statement « meditation is a meeting with oneself » has become a phrase used in feel-good magazines. This contributes to making
The lotus posture is the invitation and the making of contact and the invitation to return,But it goes further and at the same time, it
First Spring zazentruesocks offgarden door half-open,the bird is singing,it has sung for several moments,Yet, I only hear it now. Its song is beautifulsimple, infinitely complex,The
God means true nature,God means depthWhat is divine is that which pertains to this profound nature.God is the personification of the expression of this nature,
God: the peace that you emanate,The confidence that fills youThe understanding that opens,The serene joy that radiates from you,When you reside in your center, The
Joy 1 The joy of sitting is so simple that we struggle to find it,So great that we dare not feel it,Simple, it empties us
The vague sadness that I observe tonight while watching this documentary on Zen…Heaviness, dullnessI don’t know what it is.This is foreign to me, now. I
The Spirit is so free and God is so great;The codes, the rules they teach, aim to dispose us to this great freedomThe limits that
Thought is sometimes so dense, so compact, that one cannot squeeze the wedge of consciousness into it. Paradox: when we realize the density, the unbreathability
The key ingredient in the dish of spirituality is joy.Whatever the path, if the heart is not joyful, it is not a path of spiritualityA
It’s so stupid, so common, This tendency to forget the happiness that is right here,Just below, right underneath our usual oblivion Holding out its arms
Before everything that we can say or write about it, the practice of silent sitting – zazen – is something very simple: a direct joy
The time has come when writing appears as nothing more than an intention floating in the psychological broth. It is observed, acute, lively.It for ever