At some point, on the way,One has to find oneself alone. Without a book, without a master,Without a dojo, without others’ eyes. One has to

At some point, on the way,One has to find oneself alone. Without a book, without a master,Without a dojo, without others’ eyes. One has to
In the torments of life, those with which it never fails to sprinkle our daily lives,How easy it is to lose sight of the essential
Why not admit it ?Loneliness is, at least partiallyThe engine of this spiritual quest. This loneliness pushes us towards the quest on our inner maps.It is
Collective gesticulationsSlow and glittery movesImitating a myth,Worshiping habits, This is not ZenThis is not my practice. Simply sitting ?Very little sitting, and scarce simplicity.Paintings to
The koan of my life, up to now, is as follows :‘How to be a wandering monk without being a wandering monk ?’ How can
There are times when loneliness is our choiceFor the peace it brings.For some beings, solitude is a practical solution for peace. To those, distancing from
Zen destroys everything.Even there, you’re comingAnd you destroy everything. Zen accepts everything.Even there, you reject everything,And end up rejected. What are you ?A stray dog
Poetry,The poetic mind,Can also be a sensibility which ends up penning the poet in spiritual drowsiness.From that point, the poetically inclined mind will dig to
The sea had recededOnce again, she found herself stranded on the sandbank of the weekend. Soon enough, a wave swelling from the horizon will come
Words fell off his mouth…Off his mouth, like a ripe fruitOr a milk tooth, pushed downBy the adult one, From his life, Blew the sound
Matthew often wondered what had made them end up being together.He questioned this even more as the form of this gathering started to pitch and
Meditation is a canyon-diving practice …
Please scroll down for the english version Les gens de grande solitude font du bruit et parlent d’eux d’une manière ou d’une autre. Ils se
Desert. It can mean going through the barren dryness and loneliness of meditation. Knowing the desert through meditation. The sun dries everything up. The higher
When the mind won’t rest even for half a second when it vacuums every bit of potential awareness What is left then but prayers to