As long as dust flies in front of their eyes,Humans will keep trying to join the dots so as to draw a landscape, a setting
Étiquette : practice
Nothing Left
On a certain level of silence, there is nothing which can still remainbeside faith and the call from Being.Nothing as powerful, no knowledge as certain
Prayers Arise
The incense of love gently swirling from the bottom of my soul :I can’t find it in your explanations, justifications nor in the chants and
Endless Adventure
In Christianity, I do regret those stagnation within intellectual spheres as well as their teleological rationalization.On the other end, I’m as puzzled by the other
Let Believers Be Engulfed
Why do ‘believers” have to be fully obsessed with trying to obstruct Life,To strangle Life between their nervous fingers ? How can we not end
Gratitude Toward Mind-Winds
I feel gratitude for these concerns, compulsions and circular thoughts that keep arising again and again in my mind,Those mental energies which agitate this mind
Playing subversive wears me down
Swarms of thoughts,Those who clouded our sights and made us turn in circles in the same psychological neighborhood when we were convinced we could cross
Anger Master
Stories teach me that anger,Anger that holds sleep hostage,Is also my master.A cruel, radical, uncompromising master,But a master whose teaching is unfathomable. Anger shows me
Magnetic Screen
Among the unexpected side effects of meditation practice, we can observe an inexplicable and radical loss of interest for all scenarios and staging delivered via
Zen Meditation : Taking Off
Pelvis opening,From the back, above the cushion,Like a spreading pair of wingsLike an origami sheet coming back to its fold. Knees anchoring, at last.Femur turning
Sit And Let Die
Sitting Zazen is dyingTruly. Sit down and die. And when masters know their last hour has arrived,They sit zazen before passing away,There is nothing surprising,They
Spirituality Coat
He’s moving about slowly – He needs to be looked at.By hanging a mysterious smile to the corner of his lips, he hopes to summon,
Abide in your Time Home
Thich Nhat Hanh suggests an interesting, very inspiring translation/ interpretation of this famous answer by the Buddha…When he was asked what the core of his
Son of God ?
Son Of God ?Being since the dawn of time ? All these are terms and designations with different cult resonances,They all reflect the one and
Soft Slope Of Death
Lying down, lethargicIn the soft sofa of thoughts.Limpness embraces me,Fed and wateredBy restless screensShooting hallucinatingSensory darts. Will I be able to leaveThe jewelry box,The greasy
Notes & Silence 