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
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
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 is exhausting,On every bend, we believe we have reached the home stretchOnly to discover we are headed to another turn.On this
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.
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
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,
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
I feel a growing urge to invite people to get more accustomed to the following idea : Phenomena are a concrete realisation of our —
People talk about different music styles.Yet, in reality, the difference does not lay in the elements of definition we bring up in terms of harmonic
The Middle WayThe path to awakening, The Way of the Buddha Is not a road of half-heartednessA lukewarm comfort between everything and its opposite. The
L’assise offre une vision profonde. L’intensité et la pertinence de la réflexion est totalement désindexée du facteur temps. Les problématiques qui pénètrent dans l’instant… le
Mental winds can be the consequences of a karmic swell.The distance from which they come has long been inaccessible to our understanding.The only thing we
‘Sometimes, we become so familiar with the practicethat, little by little, we move away from it…Sometimes, you have moved so far away from the practice
An English version is available here Au fond de notre assise, Quand les remous s’épuisent Quand les panneaux scintillants Des concepts et des mots S’effritent,
Seeing what isIs seeing what is not.This may happen as the relationBetween what is and what is not reverses.Sitting creates favorable conditions to such an