Take a good look at the mechanical motor-racing track :The circuit where your mind is trapped.Behind the roar of enginesSit with distant eyesSee those never-ending
Take a good look at the mechanical motor-racing track :The circuit where your mind is trapped.Behind the roar of enginesSit with distant eyesSee those never-ending
To find peace of mind,I would have given everything To find peace of mind,I have given everything Now that I own nothingI’m waiting for that
Alone in the world, so fragileThere is no one to care for himHe slowly walks along the stripOf stones flanked by emptiness. Slapped by the
My job, my love, my life, here it is :How much of an ignorant fool must one be To search for any meaning elsewhere.Where my
As unexpected to some as it may sound, Christianity and Zen Buddhism, once we go past the usual ways of perception, reveal in essence the
We need to sit a simple zazen,To allow space to insufflate.A ‘strong zazen’ is a constriction,The spirit of peace cannot squeeze in. A rigid and
Authority is connected with abuse. It is the realm of illusions.If you are one of the believers in a natural organization of subtle souls —
This may sound as a derogatory term : ‘disillusioned’ comes to tag those among us who jar with the channels of common enthusiasm.We have entered the diktat
Social networks…what are they, after all ? We have been practicing them for years,A short ramble outside the synthetic grass of that square pen reveals
Writing is the alibi for inner life. Life emerges on the sheet’s surface. The paper outlet offers inner life a reason for being. Even though,
Presence,Mindfulness, Is the presence of GodAwakening within ourselves, God’s ConsciousnessEnlightening from the midst of our existence. As we deepen and simplify our practice, we are
‘Home Staging’ : This is a typical example of what happens when common sense is suddenly made hostage by an American-sounding label and is squeezed in
Sitting zazen, I sometimes delve into my brother’s meander.If there ever has been anything magic in the practice, there it is.Doing this, I find the
Our human nature is beautiful.It often comes out unrecognizable, clumsy, illusion-driven…To the trained eye, no detour : the covering layers successively come undone to reveal
Thought is a tiny fly…It’s overexcited, voracious and insatiable. The mere beginning of the furthest of any approaching sound gets it flying all over us.