Every move, gently made is an offering to the world; Laying a cup, filling it, floating on the waves of existence. Ordinary brutality is an
Étiquette : mindfulness
Wide Angle Awakening
Limiting all inner life phenomena to our the activity of the mind, is having an ideological perspective as well as a fragmentary experience of the
Splash of Joy
Stepping on the threshold of quietusSatori : wholly enteringWithin reach of awakening, being spattered With a single drop, a bath of plenitude,In one second of
Silences
Even though Silence, in essence, is one,It encompasses many degrees It all begins with the silence of discomfort,When the very first holes widen their outer
Sleeping Scene
The breathing pump is deepening its movementsLower, lowerI can hear the dim questions rising from withinI can see the mind slightly starting to driftAway, at
Where Practice Stops, Practice Begins
The tools held at our disposal, by eastern traditions as well as systems from which they derive, do not open on any experience of transcendence…
Present Past
Zazen counts years backwardsSitting soflty sands sediments off our eyes Dogen mentioned that time flowed from the present to the past.What his vision was, as
Square Awakening
Trapped in this urban fiction, cutting them off from nature and thereby creating the « environment » as a by-product of their fictitious extraction, human beings, through
Où est ton Trésor ….
Mais amassez-vous des trésors dans le ciel, où la teigne et la rouille ne détruisent point, et où les voleurs ne percent ni ne dérobent.
A Grateful Body
Something, in the grace of of your pace, in the lighthearted smile as you approachLets me know you’ve changed. Your body is now thankfulAfter decades
Tell me, why do you even talk ?
Among all this illusory unfurling of existence, what is the role of language ?Is it the raw materials, the necessary supply to set all connected
Note to Christians, Buddhists, Believers ….
The reason why I can’t resolve to subscribing to some beliefs is because those beliefs can never actually resolve me. They do not dissolve the
Where Your Treasure Is…
But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For
Freedom Under Lockdown
Oddly enough, this note was written in December 2019, in a time when ‘lockdown’ referred more to sci-fi movies or exciting video games atmosphere than
Into Being Now
There was something puzzled in me When you spoke, when you moved I would wait, further back, And then I understood. Your automatic cues, picked
Notes & Silence 