Life’s often like a ‘where’s my lighter’ moment, when you want to light a stick of incense. ‘A lighter… but where is it ? Where’s
Étiquette : practice
Blanket Phone
The smartphone is a great tool for spiritual practice,Not because of all the meditation app but of the opportunities it gives to observe the micro-anxiety
Le Souffle Emporte
Qu’y puis-je vraiment si l’Emergence… s’est produite ?Et avec elle, l’explosion en débris des futilités du monde ? La tristesse s’oublie. Celle des vers, les
All Comers
It is really surprising to note the rubbish of improbable debrisand other fortuitous agglomerates that the muddy stream of thoughts carries along.From the bank, you
The Way That Suits You (or not)
The trap relating to the conceptual expedients of dualistic exogenous approaches has nothing to be ashamed of in comparison to the heaviness and infantilization of
Souffler Zazen
C’est vrai que le zazen des uns porte le zazen des autres.Un verre soufflé habite la forme de l’assiseIndividuelle, collective,Par une expiration invisible. ©FJ May
Sutra In The Garden
My teacher used to say that it was useless to always read the sutras of the past.Besides, he had great respect for them. He said
Passing Birds
Beware of the exhilarated,His enthusiasm is a weapon of seduction. This overflowing fervor is what you wish you displayed ?There you are, hooked. What then is
I made a statue of you. Please, break it.
Thinking of a person is to immediately place oneself in relation to that person :We do not simply think of ____We are in a relationship
Crâne Chauve
Il faut pouvoir regarder la part conceptuelle de notre religion. Lorsque nous avons tresssé en une natte l’ensemble des concepts que cette religion a produits,
“I Am Humble”
Through one of the visions of religion, I wonder if man does not project the greatness that he imputes to himself onto the God he
Alchimie
Dans les Béatitudes, le Christ ne fait pas l’apologie de la souffrance ou du malheur (« bienheureux les pauvres … »), il montre la voie de la
The Beliefs Worshop
I see the link, in me, from which I seek beliefs, from which I love beliefs.In the alcove of this interior workshop, I gather them
Back to the Bowl
The sound of waterflowing into the wooden cupis so beautiful,but where had i gone all this time ? ©FJ Oct. 2022Recueils / ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et
L’Ecriture Initie
L’écriture initie volontiers le passage du spectre mental au peigne fin.Constat de cornerisation,Echappée belle dans la brêche de lumière qui se dessineà l’encre intime entre
Notes & Silence 