Va expliquer au monde que contre celui qui ne veut rien, le monde ne peut rien , il n’a pas prise. Va expliquer au monde
Va expliquer au monde que contre celui qui ne veut rien, le monde ne peut rien , il n’a pas prise. Va expliquer au monde
My 8-year-old boy quickens his pace to match mine.That afternoon, in fact, my feet are getting active, urging for a walk.My mind is not there
I struggle to explain this : In the extreme immanence of sitting meditationThere is something transcendent.In the posture of the body, the mind reveals itself.In
There is no other God but GodLa Illaha Illa Llah. This is what is tirelessly hidden behind each of the sentences of the Our Father.The
Matthew, thanks to a practice-scale repeated a long time ago and inviting himself today into the sitting practice, breathes more fully, more deeply, He realizes
The minaret is internal, and it is not I who sing the call to prayer.In the early morning, the wood strikes itself,Basée on inner tempo,my
The only book is the book of consciousness,All other holy books, however sacred, are useless,if they are not read in the light of consciousness. At
Emptiness is not nothing,on the contrary,it is everything.Emptiness is the absence of focus on anything,The impossibility of stopping to make a template out of anything,as
I remember the famous passage from Dogen Zenji, « To study the Way of the Buddha is to study oneself,To study oneself is to forget oneself,
Consider the beginning of the prayer: “Our Father, who art in heaven..” …we have already recalled in other pages of these digital notebooks, the double
There are moments, entire days of our life, sometimes, when thoughts attack with such violence that it seems vain effort to try to extricate oneself
Nous pouvons faire l’expérience d’une étape intermédiaire entre attention concentrée (polarisation de l’attention) et attention diffuse (regard / écoute large).Elle se produit lorsque nous tentons
It is vital for the practitioner to pass, at one point, to look at prayer and the movements it expresses with an eye of non-duality.Thus,
I look at my thoughts and try to calm themAs I hold between my fingers the hanging bamboo sticks and the stone who collides themAnd
I once wrote that life was a game, that I become sad as soon as I forget this statement.Of course, I didn’t « invent » this, nor