Matthew, once again had reached this stopping point.He had let his heart melt under the fire of divine love.Silent interview in which he had bathed
Matthew, once again had reached this stopping point.He had let his heart melt under the fire of divine love.Silent interview in which he had bathed
There was this invigorating contrast, which he felt as soon as the context of his life allowed a geographical distance to grow…And the suffocation on
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/
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
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,
Cutting-edge words, offensive gestures,Send you back in this inner lockdown, in spite of you,Back to the root of suffering, tightly oppressed by the narrowness of
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,
The Cross symbolizes the power of transformationWithin ourselves, Christ, comes to place His handsOn our necrotic tissues, dead bands in our water channelsWhile the ocean
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
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,
Books about spirituality are often a catalogue displaying the psychological material of others.At best, they tell about others’ experiences,A few specks of dust, glittering in