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
Étiquette : joy
Eternally Away
Spaced. One by one, preoccupations dripDown on the water surface From the extreme tip of the stalactiteTo the underground reservoir. In the echoing lapping,true happinesseternally
Museum Benches
Having a nose so close to the day-to-day grindstone, does not allow to enjoy life’s beauty…Such a close-up shot of reality does not reveal its
« If I Could Not Breathe Zen… »
Just this once will not hurt : I am simply sharing the content of somebody else…As it is, without trying to comment or add anything
The Practice of Ignorance
It is very clear to my eyes, that the underlying power conveying thoughts does not belong to me.When the vertical axis collides with and opens
Splash of Joy
Stepping on the threshold of quietusSatori : wholly enteringWithin reach of awakening, being spattered With a single drop, a bath of plenitude,In one second of
