I enter into real practiceWhenever I do not follow up on the impulse of self-valorization,Whenever, unable to contain it, I work to make it less
Étiquette : meditation
Keeping Silent
1 a knee, an elbow, a shoulderin the light of a candlethe rest of the body in postureinvisibleswallowed by darkness 2 the buddhism i see,
Useless Shimmers
It’s the lack of depth that saddens me the most about the people I still interact with.Contentment for surface relationship. Even if they move in
Like An Old Musician
I am thinking here, among other things, of the jazz musicians I used to admire to vividly in my youth, as they were the source
Natural Alcove
The posture is the natural alcoveOffered to the soul at sunset.The fresh morning landscape contemplated before sunrise. Both the comfort of the intertwined vines and
To The Sitting Knights
This evening, I’d like to share my inextinguishable admiration for all the knights of the Sitting Practice,those who sit down through racing hearts,Those whose storms
Canned Hit 2/2
Part 1 here : Slouched in their shortcomings, their feet glued in old patterns, there is nothing they can do for me. Trapped in the
Total Crash
We are currently undergoing the latest stages in a financial bubble situation.Here, I am not just talking about what has been happening on the stock
When It’s Time To Retreat
To the fragility of the good relationships, imposed by a labile character, I prefer the certainty of emotional distancing. (direct version: I stop seeking contact
While Listening To The Breath
If I listen to the breath,If all masters listen to the breath,If we always come back, one way or another, to the breath,it is because
Some Old Note
The best way not to age is to stop fighting not to age.Thus, as we age, we do not age.The exit from the process of
Baptism in Solitude
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
Backstage Stress
It happens often that a trivial event, without great importance and relating to everyday life more than to the breach of normality, comes to occupy
Lava Diviner
This is practice : I probe the crustTerrestrial crust, at the end of my dowser. I tap the mallet, a little bit here,Another bit there,
Article Shelter
I write, one step at a time,I walk with a pen in my hand. On a pathless paper,I meander in letters of laces. My bag
Notes & Silence 