Je sens le sucre, La caféine en moi, Je sens l’aiguillon trembloterje suis profondément calme. ©FJ Jan 2024Recueils / Participation/ Groupe De Pratique
Je sens le sucre, La caféine en moi, Je sens l’aiguillon trembloterje suis profondément calme. ©FJ Jan 2024Recueils / Participation/ Groupe De Pratique
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
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
In zazen,The smoke of incense, the grain of darkness,The edge of the night,30 years, 40 years, 50 years…..And 80 years old tomorrow,It doesn’t change anything.I
Pascal disait : « Dans le cœur de l’homme, il y a un trou en forme de Dieu ».Je me souviens de ces jeux que j’avais étant
I know of no greater joy, no more liberating exaltation than placing the back of my foot on the opposite thigh,to feel the pelvis gently
La pleine conscience est le contraire de la conscience inhabitée, laissée en friche, à l’abandon,La pleine conscience est la conscience pleinement habitée, L’adjectif “pleine” ne
Putting life into words, through a property of reality crystallization, serves man as much as it harms him.On the one hand, it offers him a
« That Day, man will remember, » The esoteric understanding of the Last Judgment is an opening to deep consciousness,a laying bare of all the layers of
Writing, like knitting, requires that the work be moved by the needle which always seeks one stitch further.The tip of the pen sometimes turns ‘idly’
I realize that practice is all we have, all we are.and am suddenly sad at the thought that the end of earthly life corresponds to
If you do not see that everyone and everything around you is dying, You’re not looking close enough. If you think that you will be
When I practice silence,When I honor the absence of words, I become familiar with the force that calls, demands, urges, summons to fill the furrow
The parent, stunned by the onslaught of daily life, whose soul is worn down by the winds of wear and tear, always ends up forgetting
In our daily relationships, the sentence that hurts, stabs you right in the middle of the heart,The expression that accuses, the lack of response to