Life is never so loved, so lovable and presentthat when it surrounds and illuminates slow, precise gestures, which unify us. A hand that reaches out
Life is never so loved, so lovable and presentthat when it surrounds and illuminates slow, precise gestures, which unify us. A hand that reaches out
Institutional Zen: leading figures are mere caricatures who call the rancid “food” and lug their flock into a museum of dusty and artificial objects,Where they
This evening, questions in my mind are keeping me awake : Almost physically, I feel the conceptual activity clearly active in the top region of
Part 1 Part 2 What finds you… There is you, who, one day, understands that all are guides, rails, cables, to suggest that you make
Mantra or prayer There are no syllables, no magic word, There are simply rails, a guide, a cable, a trail on which you can place
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
If you can touch the Divine nature with your fingertipIn reality, you haven’t done a thing.You may think of yourself as reaching the end of
You say: – “I am normal”,and you cannot see in your quest for normality the expression of a conflict between different levels of yourself, seeking
The Buddha, the Dharma, the Sangha,a single movement in reality, a single river flowingfrom, between, and around these three mountains. ©FJ March 2023Recueils / ParticipationsPractice
Between two waves of unrestrained tearsHe seeded the following prayer : Lord, I’m coming with the simplest faithPlease revive me ©FJ Nov 2023Recueils / Participation/
In the Book of Nehemiah 2:13; “By night I went out through the Valley Gate toward the Jackal[ Well and the Dung Gate, examining the walls of Jerusalem,
The cherries hanging from the tree in my garden are often found in twos or threesand, often, the reddest ones are at the top of
The practitioner of the meadows, of sitting in the wild, is very sad when he passes in front of the building where city practitioners gather.
Concepts run, endlessly, to the point of exhaustion,And then they pass the baton to others. Concepts run behind God, the living, Always faster, Always elusive,
This morning I am considering the following possibility: The passage of a soul from one realm/ support to another and eternal life are not necessarily