Ce n’est nul autre que moi qui érige une barrière me séparant de la nature, un muret au dos duquel je me retiens haletant espérant
Ce n’est nul autre que moi qui érige une barrière me séparant de la nature, un muret au dos duquel je me retiens haletant espérant
En mangeant rapidement et abondamment, tu creuses un parcours sans fin, et t’affaires à renouveler un sentiment auquel tu ne prêtes pas attention, donc tu
Simplify your lifeLike you would simplify the terms of an equationUntil a few numbers remainSo you can understand them in a glance… … In a
Do not try to understand these words aside from the posture.They are incomprehensible. When all this appears in zazen, there is nothing to understand.Maybe a
Le zen est parfois la prison de zazen. Ceci au sens où les cadres conceptuels, philosophiques et géographiques limitent considérablement la portée — folle —
The Teaching is universal,Broadcasting from the posture, It makes no distinction. Sometimes, as I sit, only the world can hear it.At other times, I seem
The ecological crisis finds its roots in the egological crisis. Totally ignoring alternatives, our egos swell and choke, Sentencing themselves to the destruction of their
There are so many ways, leading to the Way. This Way where all ways lead can actually be found. We lay there in peace, deeply
At the top of our breathing inAt the bottom of our breathing out,Falling asleep, at Mindfulness DuskWaking up, at Consciousness Dawn 4 points on the
« Indicible gratitude pour la posture Et rien d’autre que la main qui se pose sur la main. »
Put the thoughts helmet downAnd see what life is likein its simplicity, intimacy, immediacy. Life is so close you can finally touch it.Life is so
Some people are so wildly swept off in their belief system that, if you had them sit on a cushion and travel through the worlds,
« Combien de milliers d’unités de temps (années, siècles, vies, kalpas…) sont nécessaires avant que la rencontre avec le Dharma puisse avoir lieu ? Il faut
I have never written any article, I barely watched articles writing themselves.I have never grabbed the pen because I had something to say.I merely held
I have smothered in the narrowness of your mindsI have despaired along your vacant aspirations. My heart has splintered through you indulgenceMy soul has crushed