Behind every gesture, every ritual, chant,Behind every practice of a small religion,You’ll find a door opening onto the Large Religion, To all appearances, small religions
Behind every gesture, every ritual, chant,Behind every practice of a small religion,You’ll find a door opening onto the Large Religion, To all appearances, small religions
As long as you do not reside in the Absolute, you are fleeing,Don’t start chasing the Absolute, for you’d be fleeing,You need to see the
Could it be this initial feeling of betrayal by our physical body — ours and others’– , which drives us to deepen our medical knowledge ?Is
The limitations of your mind are the bricks against which you keep banging,without necessarily knowing it,Bricks that will eventually crumble down.Walls and floors alike block
Being in such a way that our absence does not generate a feeling of absence,Instantly disarming any attempt at attaching,Is this sheer cruelty or a
Unspeakable sounds decimate the forests of my nights.Ancestral inhabitants, friendly residents,Flee towards other dark fogs of silence. Acid rains of the unsaidDrip through leaves and
The Heart of Being can never linger on the questions of what is pure and not pure.This is incomprehensible for such a Heart. The one
The true monk has no title and wears no robe.The true disciple of the Buddha knows nothing about Buddhism. ©FJ Jan 2022Recueils / ParticipationsTelegram (Publications
This sadness is unfathomable,Through this practice, I sit beyond. Mistakes from the past are beyond repair.Through this practice, I wipe them all and sit beyond.
The contentious status of a relation to the other is, before anything else, a relation to all conflict energies present in the relation we have
Sitting as a Buddhist,Really sit as a Buddhist,Sitting without holding the Buddhist reading grids with one hand and with the other what is happening or
I do not seek to define Zen.Yet, there would be enough here to keep one busy a full lifetime.I have no interest in knowing what
Zazen, act of compassion, toward ourselves and the world.Not in a two-step movement,But in a single moment.Through this sitting, emerges an opportunity for all fires
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,
Whenever the taste of life rises to my mouth,Without a reason why, without anything extraordinary going on,One stick of incense in a hand, one candle