You know, in the secret of your heartAll the ways are joining hands,What do you have to fearFrom abandoning them all,And walking along the Unique
Étiquette : meditation
Wrinkled Hands
Joining and BowingMy two wrinkled handsI do not know any wilder joy. ©FJ Nov 2021RECUEILS/ ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et Pratique)
Sensual Path
Song of Songs, 1: 4 : ‘The King has brought me into his chambers’. As the pilgrim passes by, the dividing walls hiding the sensual
Gratitude Toward Mind-Winds
I feel gratitude for these concerns, compulsions and circular thoughts that keep arising again and again in my mind,Those mental energies which agitate this mind
Sacrament Of Forgiveness
Sitting zazen, there is a sacrament of forgiveness.Towards others, of course, forgiveness dawning in the horizon,Towards ourselves, forgiveness we receive. The heart of zazen is
Paradises
When I was ten years old, I believed in paradise.The Christian one,The Muslim oneThe Jewish paradise,And I believed in the ‘reincarnations’ of Tibetan Buddhism…I believe
The Texture Of Truth
What are words of truth ?We may answer that question by spilling a millions words on the origin of those words…,on the context in which
Playing subversive wears me down
Swarms of thoughts,Those who clouded our sights and made us turn in circles in the same psychological neighborhood when we were convinced we could cross
Anger Master
Stories teach me that anger,Anger that holds sleep hostage,Is also my master.A cruel, radical, uncompromising master,But a master whose teaching is unfathomable. Anger shows me
Awakening Dance
Zazen allows you to finally look at the traumaSitting Zazen : seeing the trauma at last.When sitting has become stableAnd all winds have spread silence,Zazen
Life Beyond Life
To say the truth, I do not know whether we are re-born after death, whether transmigration guides our souls, or stay in a land of
Magnetic Screen
Among the unexpected side effects of meditation practice, we can observe an inexplicable and radical loss of interest for all scenarios and staging delivered via
Zen Meditation : Taking Off
Pelvis opening,From the back, above the cushion,Like a spreading pair of wingsLike an origami sheet coming back to its fold. Knees anchoring, at last.Femur turning
Soft Slope Of Death
Lying down, lethargicIn the soft sofa of thoughts.Limpness embraces me,Fed and wateredBy restless screensShooting hallucinatingSensory darts. Will I be able to leaveThe jewelry box,The greasy
Lay It All Down
Sitting zazen, the heart of the world has been entered.Why, then, quibble about the tools or propitious hours to go and scratch the surface crust
Notes & Silence 