Durant le sommeil,Ou par dela la mortPosez-vous la question. L’unique question. Posez encore cette question, mais de maniere beaucoup plus accessible, plus quotidienne et diurne,
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Le Bout du Bout (Quote)
« C’est parfois parce qu’on en a d’un coup tellement marre d’être pris à la gorge par les phénomènes, d’en être le jouet ridicule, parce qu’aucune
Vulnérable à l’Infini, Libre sans Limite
Vraiment présent, sur le cheminPourtant mille fois empruntéS’alignent les expériences intérieures. Leur richesse n’est pas fonction du niveau de nouveauté du contexte dans lequel elle
Tickles In The Forehead
It had been a long time since the ticklingBehind the center of the foreheadHad not sprung up in the course of Just Sitting. Small gravel
Down Gossip Abyss
A few nights followedNow, in front of your feet,the chasm begins to open. A few faults, a scree, and here, it presents itself to you.
Zazen en Equilibre
Faire zazen, c’est trouver, retrouver le point d’équilibreOù tient le monde entier,Le point que l’axe de rotation transperce.Laisser tourner le monde en habitant le plein
Through The Eyes of God – Zen Pebbles
A detour by Sister M., a Christian nun who, on one of my jog-along podcasts claimed that we need to see the world with the
Now Is The Time To Start Existing
Compelled by the oppressive context of our collective daily life, the one to which, as a people, a part of humanity, we are tied, I
Silence Overcomes (Quote)
There is nothing silence will not eventually overcome.There is no phenomenon language cannot lock up and wither. FJ July 2021 – All Rights ReservedArticles are
Around A Bony Location
Tonight, I can identify with precision,Along the spine, the point of psychological blockage.This place is offering me the gift of spatialization. A glazed bubble where
Unique Autel (note)
Dans l’un de ses ouvrages, Thay partageait avec le lecteur les éléments qui se trouvaient sur l’autel de sa chambre, celui qui accueillait l’intimité de
Hakim Opens The Door
The way the body feels itself, direct feedback, from the inside and so close we might as well completely ignore it.Is the same vein as
The Koan Of My Life
The koan of my life, up to now, is as follows :‘How to be a wandering monk without being a wandering monk ?’ How can
Answering Tears
I don’t know how to answer your flowing tearsWithout notice, they’re drowning me.All I can do is grab those old planks of shouts floating nearbySo
The Gift of Irritation
While sitting Zazen, distraction is often what ‘calls us back to order’…An object hitting the floor, for instance, is what show us the way out
Notes & Silence 