The four lines recited through Buddhist sects in general and in Zen Soto in particular are generally understood are a ritual passages addressed to others
Étiquette : practice
Tormented Sitting
« Master, I feel so helpless, the onslaught of my thoughts seems to have doubled in vigor lately.Even if I sit zazen, they totally draw me
Breathing Arabesques
Have you ever met what awaitsAt the very end of an exhalationDid you let the breath in unfurl its arabesquesTo the end of the ends
Tickles In The Forehead
It had been a long time since the ticklingBehind the center of the foreheadHad not sprung up in the course of Just Sitting. Small gravel
Down Gossip Abyss
A few nights followedNow, in front of your feet,the chasm begins to open. A few faults, a scree, and here, it presents itself to you.
He is Walking Among Us
30 minutes of sitting, Matthew gets up slowly and his legs are numb. Only two candles illuminate the practitioners who, one by one, stand up
Through The Eyes of God – Zen Pebbles
A detour by Sister M., a Christian nun who, on one of my jog-along podcasts claimed that we need to see the world with the
Now Is The Time To Start Existing
Compelled by the oppressive context of our collective daily life, the one to which, as a people, a part of humanity, we are tied, I
One Marble Less (Quote)
The experience of silence is actually the practice of death.It is possible for everyone to soak in silence – if only briefly. We then stop
Silence Overcomes (Quote)
There is nothing silence will not eventually overcome.There is no phenomenon language cannot lock up and wither. FJ July 2021 – All Rights ReservedArticles are
On The Battle Shore
Pieces of meMyself, in pieces,To save the ship from sinkingWhile crossing the layers of darknessI have no idea how it finally reached the shoreOf the
Around A Bony Location
Tonight, I can identify with precision,Along the spine, the point of psychological blockage.This place is offering me the gift of spatialization. A glazed bubble where
Underneath The Path Of Fear
From the obscurity of our nights, what we callDespair, absence of meaning,Is the most beautiful quest.It pulses along with the forgotten heartbeat of our childhood.
The Prayer Of Milare Solsimi
Guitar strings blow a magic bubblewhere useless and destructive wordscan’t get in. It only takes a few seconds for the bubble to take shape.I wish
Already Satisfied – note
You’re not in controlTake what you haveDon’t grab what you don’t haveAnd know that what you need will comeSo naturally you might not even notice
Notes & Silence 