I don’t follow the pathI am the way that unfolds under my feet.The one that the worldsEvery moment, bring me,On a carpet rolled-up in Time.
Étiquette : path
A Path, A Guide
The practice is my guide.Zazen is my way,My guide is silentand static, my path – ©FJ August 2022Recueils / ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et Pratique)
Ways Of The Outside
The practice of Just Sitting teaches, through practical demonstration, that what always loses us,is the compulsion to seek outside, to want to take root outside
The Call 2/3
(Part One : The Call 1/3) 1 : Hearing the call2 : realizing this has been a call all along In my life, 1 and 2 have
The Call 1/3
Without a doubt, now that I’m looking back on my life these last 15 years or so, I can tell there has been a call.Something
Inexhaustible Fuel
As long as the ego wants,At the end of the path,Will come the taste of venom. In the meantime, all feet are rushing,At the speed
Would You Walk With Me ?
The shadow of the leavesFrom a garden over the fenceSlowly set in motionBy the wind of spring Beauty struckDoubt has vanishedWalking through lifeOn such a
The Teacher, the Teaching, The Disciple
The belief in our status as “awakened beings”,the maintenance of this beliefor questions about the so-called achievements towards this status.These are reliable indicators of the
Joining All Paths
You know, in the secret of your heartAll the ways are joining hands,What do you have to fearFrom abandoning them all,And walking along the Unique
Maniac Maps
As soon as the pilgrim starts to follow an academic junction, he moves further away from the spiritual path.Inevitably, the intellectual approach dries up the
Describing God
If I were to describe God, I would say that describing God has no meaning.God is over-qualified.Since childhood, we have heard that ‘God is love’.If
Edge : Your Guide, My Jammer (1/2)
I would have loved us to walk there,Both of us. But the edge guiding your words and carrying the sound of your voiceJams everything.It disconnects
Underneath The Path Of Fear
From the obscurity of our nights, what we callDespair, absence of meaning,Is the most beautiful quest.It pulses along with the forgotten heartbeat of our childhood.
You Don’t Play The Truth
I have been watching you for a long time, nowthere is no place left where you can hide.You sit and talk and play the BuddhaBut
The Path Is Clear
A French version is available here : La Voie Est Libre ! I feel sorryFor people who love to stuff their mindswith new age sauce
Notes & Silence 