To say the truth, I do not know whether we are re-born after death, whether transmigration guides our souls, or stay in a land of
To say the truth, I do not know whether we are re-born after death, whether transmigration guides our souls, or stay in a land of
Sitting zazen, the heart of the world has been entered.Why, then, quibble about the tools or propitious hours to go and scratch the surface crust
Hishiryo, perfect withdrawalA total faith in tihe spirit blowing at the bottom of non-action, non-thinking,Thy will be done. ©FJ Oct 2021RECUEILS/ ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et Pratique)
Chosen by the context,Meaning, here, reality,Which could not open ontoAnything else than this here and now,This person : a dharmic emergence ? ©FJ Nov 2021RECUEILS/
If someone ever says there is no prayer in zazen,That person knows nothing about zen, and nothing about prayer. ©FJ Oct 2021RECUEILS/ ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et
Sitting Zazen, I’m always sitting in the middle of everythingZazen, always in the middle. ©FJ Oct 2021RECUEILS / ParticipationsMany thanks to all.Telegram (Publications et Pratique)
Do not try to understand all this apart from Zazen.It is incomprehensible.When all this manifests during Zazen, there is nothing to understand.At most, a belated,
The child in Matthew, 18, the one we should come back to if we want to enter the Kingdom of Heaven, is a spontaneous being,
This question arises in my soul and I don’t know what to say.I know what I would like to say… Still, can I say it
When Dogen says : ‘The wood does not know the ashes, ashes can look back at the firewood’, he points to the only reality there has
Sitting, in the middle of the prairieBreathing, listening to your breath,Ask yourself the question : where is God ?Here, now, between you and the breathing,Within
I confess the faith I placed in the self-importance,I confess the faith in self-sufficiency. Way of drying upAcross barren fieldsAnd furrow of loneliness and suffering.This
Inside our bubble of thoughts, where would you find God ?He is waiting outside, behind the door of your heart.He’s waiting beneath…That you kneel down,
God’s embrace is so simpleThat all your books can be laid down, right here.All your concepts so skillfully entangled. These have stopped being of any
Jesus turns water into wine.A couple of bread loaves into a thousand-person meal,Death into lifeLimits into infinity,Smothering into Divine Breath ©FJ Sept 2021 – Many