When sitting, it is not enough to go through thoughts.In the same way that these are an emanation of the mind,It is necessary to go
Étiquette : mind
Ideas Idols
Ideas are idols.They are idols made of thoughts. To worship idols is to identify with thoughts,It was believed that they have the power to carry
Night Life
Night life is much more interesting than day life. I do not know if it is appropriate to integrate night life into life itself or
Un Centre Polaire
–Le pôle ‘religiosité’, une construction autour d’un agrégat d’idées :Beaucoup d’esprits se perdent alors dans des ramifications raffinées et séduisantes. -Le pôle ‘spirituel’, ce pôle de
Kingdom of Thoughts
Through sitting meditation, I see the perverse addiction to the Kingdom of Thoughts,the very one where suffering reigns. When at the edge of the borders,When
Window Washer
I am not convinced that there is, nor ever was, something to be named ‘spirituality’.As such, spirituality does not exist. There are and have been
Swing Door
The audio conference ends and gives way to the wiper on the windshield, the friction of the wheels on the wet road of Autumn.From the
How People Change
We will not abandon (or adhere to) a thought in a binary way, like we go from 0 to 1.The phenomenon of adhesion or distancing
Jump into the Tunnel of Silence
There are minds… which get bogged down so brilliantly in forms and words.Through the agitations of thought, they bind themselves to the constraints of explanations.And
The Caress Is A Meditation
Skin has the power to silence words.The broth of thoughts feeds, stirs and overflows,It pours out the mind-soup and soaks the entire being.Through this infernal
The Loop Is Hell
On a spiritual, inner level,hell is a loopconfinement in a pattern,the only prism of behavior,the obsessive vanishing point,towards which infinitely rushall intentions, thoughts, words and
Chime of Thoughts
I look at my thoughts and try to calm themAs I hold between my fingers the hanging bamboo sticks and the stone who collides themAnd
The Color of the Wind
The sound from the leaves is the color of the wind,The sound from my thoughts colliding,What is it the color of ? ©FJ June 2024Recueils /
Everyday Suffering Exposed
I once wrote that life was a game, that I become sad as soon as I forget this statement.Of course, I didn’t « invent » this, nor
In my body, a lotus
I feel thought, literally, as a cognitive phenomenon, as a manifestation (in the sense of a transitory appearance)It momentarily crystallizes and densifies energy. It aggregates
Notes & Silence 