« Those who have not believed will suffer a vile torment »The torment is not to believe, not to see.This type of statement is often perceived as
« Those who have not believed will suffer a vile torment »The torment is not to believe, not to see.This type of statement is often perceived as
Être “né de nouveau” comme le disait Jésus, “en esprit et en vérité, en Souffle et en vigilance.Pneuma et Aletheia(*). Habité par le souffle, la
The free and wild soul expresses itself through questions that, rather than pushing the practitioner forward, represent an infinity of sidesteps along the path, and
The rigor of the framework of practice,The discipline against which we would have a thousand things to write, each justified in its own way… nevertheless
I have underestimated the importance of prostration for so long. I see today from the inside and unexpectedly, in the eyes of others as in
I am alive.My spirituality is alive,I practice the spirituality that crosses my path and reveals to me the life it contains.The spirituality that I practice
The differences between traditions are an optical illusion due to the fact that the observer stands,-either outside all traditions and has no experience of frequenting
God hears our praise: this means that, through praise, the heart of the practitioner harmonises with the divine, with the real, with the Logos,And the
When you make all the practice-maintaining ropes (i.e., ritual) disappear,The practice disappears: it loses its forms and tends to become shapeless, until there is nothing
People do what they do to get what they want.What people want, what they run after, I do not desire.However, I am forced to do
The practice of remembering God, which is found in Sufism (Dhikr) but also in other forms in the Orthodox Christian tradition (Kyrie Eleison / « Russian
Even if the world seems to persist in doing everything to keep forgetting, the body knows the sitting posture…and as soon as it stops being led
In Zen, rituals are everywhereAs soon as attention falls onthe object I am holding,the step of my walk,the words of my speech,the living rituals unfold.
In the end, this has nothing to do with meand I cannot explain why or how silent sittingcracks open the heart of being,pierces the shell
I don’t do sunbathes,don’t consume anythingdon’t have a cooler,or a towel. I do not participate in ball games,nor do I enjoy sandcastles, I pass through