Silent sitting is the ultimate adventure in the land of spirituality.The practice includes the 10,000 gates that the pilgrim crosses, in this, silent sitting is
Étiquette : practice
Complex Body, Simple Body
The human body is so much more complex than what the so-called modern medical sciences can understand.It goes beyond and tears apart the categorical blocks
Arrival Gate
I sometimes go over my intention to avoid the feeling of pretension that these few words could initiate in the reader…They seem true to me:
Welcoming the Sound
Me, a musician, my whole life… I, who have spent so many hundreds of hours trying to tame exercises and scales, trying to appropriate the
Eternal Prayer
Ritual prayer: I am seized by a surge of joya joy bathed in sweetnessat the very heart of the prayer that I approach this morning
Look Closer
In the same way that we always learn a few words in the language of our host,even though my practice takes the form of the
Body Scales
Zazen, by the highlight it places on the body, ballasts the disciple : whatever his practice, he will be all the more inclined to avoid going
La Nappe de L’Espace
Au travers des différentes traditions, les spiritualités déistes semblent plus polarisantes que les autres, telle la boule que l’on voit sur les représentation de l’espace
Zen
I am a complex man,I need a simple practice. I am a cerebral being,I need to be taught through the body. I am a scattered
Psychological Threshold of Sitting
In the practice of zazen, there is a psychological dimension… this is absolutely necessary in that it constitutes a modality, if not of refining, of
Tradition, All Traditions
From the depths of my being, there is no prayer that I cannot pronounce,No practice that seems more exact than anotherI see no difference between
Baby Disciple
What questions me, through religions and practices, is the need to be infantilized as a component sought by certain people. They feel an attraction for
For Man
“Shabbat is made for Man and not Man for Shabbat”Rituals, practices and beliefs are tools to connect Man to the depths of his conscience,To the
Always New, Always the Same
1: Doesn’t the Holy Book writes Itself our hearts at every moment ?While sitting, I can see this.Has the one who calls this a lack
Always He, Never me
It is always He who frees me from myself,Again and again, He fishes me out of the heavy cargo of my pretentiousness to plunge me
Notes & Silence 