Zen destroys everything.Even there, you’re comingAnd you destroy everything. Zen accepts everything.Even there, you reject everything,And end up rejected. What are you ?A stray dog
Étiquette : practice
Awakening Posture
Dojo-goers who set up for the posture must pay special attention not to settle in the posture. This latter is often elevated to a dogma
Pearling Truth for Zafu-Adventurers
It has now become impossible to deny :There is an attachment to this sitting posture that is both subtle and coarse. Subtle, because it is
Meeting Beyond Conflict – ‘We Had A Fight’
He is not talking about objective facts, the violence of what has really been said…But about the thunderous resonance these words had in his inner
God Is Hovering (2/2)
This article follow on from God Is Hovering (1/2) -notes Friendly enough, this biblical advice reminds us that there is no use in looking for
God Is Hovering (1/2) -notes
I sometimes feel God is brooding on thoughtsIn our inner language, God is taking shapeThrough words, God may hatch out.Way ahead of all this maturation
Gesticulated Empathy
I’d rather fake a lack of empathy than indulging in an ostentatious demonstration of how much I care about others.I perceive the indecency of a
Against The Tide
It seems that a prevailing rule among social groups is as follows : The negative rubs off on the positive much easier than the other way
Space in My Palm
It is true that meditating is at the same time moving around our surface being,Losing oneself in the mind maze,Clinging back to the central axis
The Grace Is Gone (Quote)
Notice the grace,The grace is gone. ©FJ May 2021 – Groupe de PratiqueRecueils — Participations
« I Am Awakened »
« If you meet the Buddha, kill him »,This is a common statement in Zen Buddhism… This is how it resonates in me, today : If you hear
Hearing Away
Music is a magnet to our attention.Like a light bulb has insects dash into the halo – out of ignorance,They penetrate it to death.Magnetized by
Substitute Nipple And Marine Universal
Long have I lived in the outlet storeOf assembly-line music,There, it filled meWith ethereal echoesConcentrated syrupEmotional quicksandHorizons to follow,Facing overwhelmed eyes. I understand now that
To Survivors
Take a good look at the mechanical motor-racing track :The circuit where your mind is trapped.Behind the roar of enginesSit with distant eyesSee those never-ending
Fragile Land
Alone in the world, so fragileThere is no one to care for himHe slowly walks along the stripOf stones flanked by emptiness. Slapped by the
Notes & Silence 