(Quick note on my way to Sakamoto area, Otsu, Shiga, while reading the first pages of Zen Ritual, by Steven Heine…) If I write « this
Étiquette : mind
Obsessed
Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, in the end,Zen is also often the object of a conceptual obsession, in the same way God is one for the
You don’t belong to the Realm of Ideas
Understand me : unless we consider what is as an emanation of the underlying spirit (still then, it would not be my initial concern, I have
Through The World
Passing through the world,Already dislocated, stretched, vaporous,I open my eyes and nothing is anymore. Judgments, reflexes of identities,Have disappeared, they have lost all interest. ©ndraw@protonmail.com
The Way of That
The ‘God topic’ is often discussed using a very small and seemingly harmless tool. — the personal pronoun, subject and object. Anthropomorphism can then be
Acid or Base Meditation ?
Even if it is true that a certain type of thought ends up installing a certain type of psychological atmosphere (inductive power of the audiovisual,
Morning Porridge
The meditation practitioner has not waited for this world where the digitization of data has become the only horizon to enter the era or virtual
The Music In Your Body
Making music actually means letting energies flow through you.They therefore operate in ourselves the work, the resonance specific to their nature. To a lesser extent,
Black Cloud
There’s no such thing as a dark landscapeIn Zazen, it is none other than myself who darkens the landscape. The obscuring though, the initial cut
Dig, Scrape, Pierce
Each sitting further digs the return to life,Each sitting scrapes the earth of our collapsed cave a little bit more,Until one day, the light begins
Depths Of Time
It’s a call, without words, from the bottom of my heart,A call from reality, nature blowing from the depths of time,Admittedly, I can’t do much
Time Is Not An Issue
Zazen means seeing everything as it arises, for what it is, even if it is just for a split second.That is awakening.The nature of the
All Comers
It is really surprising to note the rubbish of improbable debrisand other fortuitous agglomerates that the muddy stream of thoughts carries along.From the bank, you
Touching The World
Seeing that things are not,Owing to an intention,Seeing rather that they are already gone,their real absence, not just the illusion of their presence.Their density is
Mental Lining
Isn’t Samsara the mental lining that we sew on the worldThe slice where our representations, judgments, fears, attachments proliferate.And this world, in returns, feeds our
Notes & Silence 