Blaise Pascal said: “In the heart of Man there is a hole in the shape of God.” I remember this object that I had as
Étiquette : life
The Master is Dead
The master is dead,Since then, hiccups in the blanketFrom a large bed, cold, alreadyAnd then, nothing more. Nothing more that I hear. From my country
‘Sabbath for Man’ threshold
Jesus: ‘The Sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath.” It is possible to read in these words a teaching similar to
Water-Mind
It is not simply the level of disturbance on the water surface that reflects the mind in a poetic wayTheir connection is deeper.Christ commands the
Intimate Depths
In the incense stick,living and dying are not two.The same goes for Man. Blocking the reduction of the burning stick,Preventing it from dying,This immediately kills
Nature of Incense Smoke
The nature of the spirit is that of incense smoke.Always, it flows upwards.The air currents, the movements in the room, the surprising presences twist this
Backwater and Shore
It is not what you read in your inner eyes that will save you, but the very fact of reading.Not the object, but the process.
And suddenly, an August wind
My thoughts aggregate in a crazy ball.Their increasing density oppresses to the point of shaking the diaphragm and leaving it stunned,its strings oscillating at the
The Art Of Ellipsis
Subtlety is expressed by a sense of ellipsis at the verbal level, as well as at the level of behavioral grammar.On a more global level,
Unraveling Reality
The encounter with the divine, place of a thousand and one joysThis is how this evening I dive back into the forgotten essence. I can
Spirituality From The Depths
Crisis spirituality,Deep spirituality…What would be a spirituality that could not be actualized in difficult times? What would we do with a spirituality that does not
How I love life
I like the large empty parking lots after leaving restaurants late in the evening.The large flat spreading of the fields of Flanders, without any construction
Gratitude for Being a Man
I realize that practice is all we have, all we are.and am suddenly sad at the thought that the end of earthly life corresponds to
Gardening
I see those articles as seeds, out-of-time compact flashes,I plant them in the fields of blank pages. The furrows of the pen pulled by my
Have you really lived ?
Whoever did not take this unique path,Who has not fallen into the common passage,He who has not started to pierce the veil of consciousness,The one
Notes & Silence 