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Étiquette : mindfulness
A Gift of Peace and Freedom
Studying Buddhism, practicing the DharmaSuddenly discovering that anger can be droppedFor there is no one left to resent, no one to be mad at,No one
Through the Reel
It is no small matter to fall through the film reel, the moment of a splice…the bliss of an absence, a moment of grace,A driven
Carte Chance
La simple assise est la carte chance sur laquelle est inscrit : “Rendez vous à la case finale. Vous avez gagné”. Le pratiquant peut user
The Way Up the Woolen Ball (note)
The traditional practice of Vipassana, through the path it unfolds under our feet, is an experiential teaching. Along this path, the pilgrim is taken by
The Waiting-Room Prayer
Lord, may you grant me a lifeOf wealth and abundanceFreedom and humilityAllow me to understandThere is no life to expectOther than the one expecting us.
Song From the Burn-Out Gulf (A Psalm For Modern Times)
I have exhausted myselfThere is no place left for me to tap into.Things to do have taken hold on meFrom dawn until dusk, mainly from
Are You Done Mixing Herbs ?
Religion is not a pure herb,Let alone the place where the Principle of Life grows and inspires. Religion is a mix of herbs with a
What Makes me Feel like Crying (2/2)
This poem is following : What Makes me Feel like Crying (1/2) This is the point where wordsCollapse into linesAnd lines fade out in dots,Where
The Path of Non-Attachment
The path of non-attachment is exhausting,On every bend, we believe we have reached the home stretchOnly to discover we are headed to another turn.On this
Scalpen (Quote)
Across the paper sheet,Sliding in surgical signsThe therapeutic pen.Confident, studious,Riveted to the obligation of resultIt cuts and probes into the tissuesOpening on the beating heart.
The Freeing Perspective
Would there be anyone to tell me or show me in which fold from the Big Consciousness Cloth I have once again let myself be
Zafu en Feu
C’est une attaque karmique. Rien de moins. Assis sur le coussin, l’assaillant était tapi dans le sous-bois de mes pensées. Planté là par le temps,
The Daring Souls
I know that you can seeThrough the walls, unfailingly.I know your sufferingWhen they gather with a contrived faceTo comment the paintings on the wall,The reflections
The Role of the Mind (in Times of Pandemic)
I feel a growing urge to invite people to get more accustomed to the following idea : Phenomena are a concrete realisation of our —
Notes & Silence 