At a certain stage, the practitioner becomes aware of the great complexity of phenomena, a complexity such that it makes any attempt at dissection completely
Étiquette : joy
Her Whom I Embrace With My Eyes
The practice of simple sitting is a joyful practice.It teaches the courage to go beyond the crust of concepts.Experience requires going through this crustIt is
Invisible Smile
The lotus of realization grows in the filthy mud of disillusions,In the mire of inconceivable disappointment,The roots of the invisible smile. ©FJ Avril 2023Recueils /
Incense For You
Every lotus that unfolds releases a “thank you”,universal, without object, for everything, everyone,and for yourself. A floating thank you,a scent of joy. May it reach
Through the Drops
When alignment begins,You know it by the beading tears When practice rings true,The tears again let you know. The new world is observed through the
Closed Eye / Open Eye
When the spiritual eye is open, the words of traditions pulse in unison,And each teaching is animated by the same joy.And the sectarian discourse on
Possible Activity
After Zazen,After collection,Putting your hand on a log of wood,Feeling an intense joy.I’ve been sitting in front of this piece of wood for days and
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Sitting ZazenEntering the Eternal Joy of the BuddhaSitting Zazen,Taking a bath of awakening.Where have all the speeches gone ? ©FJ September 2022Recueils / ParticipationsTelegram (Publications
The Place We Are
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only son”…(John 3: 16) …that He gave His dearest son,that He gave the most precious
The Greatest Impostor Has A Name
To the superficial eye, the deconstruction tunnel into which the zealous captains of our societies(*) want to force us and the realization of the non-substantial
Silent Thunder
I met his gaze of light,The sparkle coming out of his eyes,Was reflected in mineNaked truthUnvarnished happinessRecognition has taken placeA second or twoAscending spiralCollapse of
2 Modes Of Existence
There are two modalities to actually experience an event,This statement can be broadened to two manners of going through life.Each modality comes in a wide
Stray Dog
Here I am, a stray dog, growling at strangers and biting the outstretched hand.Rather starving than cringing.Free, my burnt pads, disheartened a thousand times, Tell
Laying Hands
I realize the beauty of a job consisting in laying my hands on something, and letting them takeAn animal, a wooden board, a human body,
Wrinkled Hands
Joining and BowingMy two wrinkled handsI do not know any wilder joy. ©FJ Nov 2021RECUEILS/ ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et Pratique)
Notes & Silence 