If I become visible, making my presence known through sounds and movements,The fauna falls silent, it seems distant, non-existent, In the dojo at the back
If I become visible, making my presence known through sounds and movements,The fauna falls silent, it seems distant, non-existent, In the dojo at the back
The mind draws inner, physical, and psychological energy to itself and consumes those in the blaze of the engine room.Conventional use of the mind is
I feel very deeply, not in an emotional sense, a closeness to the sacred inner fire,The one where souls are born in incandescent sheaves,to that
With each sitting,The impression of a dam finally cracking,of a floodgate opening and allowing abundant water to flow into a dry riverbed.The joy of returning,The
Zazen heals, in that it opens the doors to your deep consciousness, Zazen heals: ActionSometimes without you even being able to notice it, not having
Books tell you about markers, doors, pieces of floating plastic,At best, they tell you about other people’s buoys,they never tell you about your own buoy,This
If what the people in your community say and believe constrains your heart,then step back, turn inwards again, For it is better to enter the
Missing an opportunity (joined hands, prostration, rituals, practices, formal or not) is always a missed target……A sin, etymologically, when these opportunities are not imbued with
The results of zazen are always beneficial,Whether you are aware of it or not,Whether your intention is authentic or not,Whether the zazen sessions are wobbly
This place of Consciousness,that you slip intoin the place from which bring teaching backThis place from which they brought back all teaching. Zazen is not
To soar towards the assemblies of Buddha and Bodhisattvas with which the sutras abound,is to nourish, to call upon the same source energy as the
The lotus posture is the invitation and the making of contact and the invitation to return,But it goes further and at the same time, it
First Spring zazentruesocks offgarden door half-open,the bird is singing,it has sung for several moments,Yet, I only hear it now. Its song is beautifulsimple, infinitely complex,The
Prayer, like a worm, must dig through the compacted earth of the jumble of religious and spiritual concepts. The earth becomes denser and denser as
Hands joinedand eyelids closed,a split second,meeting the Buddha’s eyes ©FJ March 2025Recueils / Participation/ Horaires des SéancesGroupes De Pratique (Audio, Sessions)