I realize that if I didn’t find God, it was because I was looking for him where he wasn’t to be found. I sought him
I realize that if I didn’t find God, it was because I was looking for him where he wasn’t to be found. I sought him
These words appear as they are, planted as such in my mind.When I try to appear through them, the text becomes stained and insipid. It’s
The spiritual obstacle for the meditation practitionner may consist of seeking outside validation for what he finds within.The obstacle for the religious person may consist
The dialectic of time and history proposed by Christianity is not necessarily incompatible with the broader dialectic of Mahayana Buddhism. It can be perfectly integrated
Two remarks on what the reality of the conditioned co-production of phenomena in Buddhism directly implies: the interdependence of everything and the absence of self.
« Forgive us… as we forgive… » There is indeed a double movement necessary for the effectiveness of this statement: -You cannot truly forgive if you are
My favorite room in the world,The only one I truly want to be in, measures less than four square meters and doesn’t contain a single
If the materials from your religion are part of what blocks the path to Being, this is an indicator of the distortion of these materials,
It is true that in spirituality, literalism is particularly annoying, both for its tedious idiocy (limiting the scope of spiritual expression) and for the tiring
Among the worst things traditions, whether intentionally or through lazy erosion have done to spirituality, is the disconnection from the teachings of the now. The
One of the greatest ironies is to realize that the Zen tradition is stifled under a thousand layers of constructions around Zen. These constructions have
You do not understand God if you are not in the actualiization of God.The now-ness of God : Your heart: it is what underlies life
God Now,For God is always now, This is what Zen teaches,God is now, This is so true that God and now are synonymous.Now is the
I find myself like the plane emerging from the storm clouds,like the ship, suddenly, breaking through the winds and downpours Ruffled, a few sheets of
My soul guides me, directs me towards this insight:The tradition I respect the most can only be the one that most respects other traditions. The