Subtlety is expressed by a sense of ellipsis at the verbal level, as well as at the level of behavioral grammar.On a more global level,
Subtlety is expressed by a sense of ellipsis at the verbal level, as well as at the level of behavioral grammar.On a more global level,
The soul is changing.The absence of a permanent self ceases to mean the negation of the soul as soon as we recognize its changing nature:This
The encounter with the divine, place of a thousand and one joysThis is how this evening I dive back into the forgotten essence. I can
I realize that practice is all we have, all we are.and am suddenly sad at the thought that the end of earthly life corresponds to
Sit down, experience life directly, without concept. Each concept is a vortex that takes you into a spiral arm.Once caught by the mental vortex, you
To be “born again” as Jesus said, “in spirit and in truth, in breath and in vigilance / attention,Pneuma and Aletheia. To live by the
Spiritual freedom is reflected in the freedom of approach to composition, scoring,interpretation, integration, investigation… Really live what you playReally play what you live, musicians ! Make
There is a freedom in Zen that can frighten certain profiles of practitioners. When they are confronted with such a level of spiritual maturity without
If you feel abandoned by your country,Betrayed by your friends,If your plans collapse in a second,Remember… Remember that this country is not your country,That your
Aging gradually puts an end to an acute way of inhabiting one’s being, one’s body, specific to youth.This “edge”, a sharp corner, leaves room for
The divine presence is incarnated,It wears one of the masks of the collective unconscious.Through this, it takes shape and dialogue takes place.The mask of the
Not only does this seem incomprehensible, but it totally is : the solution to the problem of your existence is not in the thoughts that
Social networks and related technological tools are flotation buoys to which we are chained. They prevent us from diving deeper and make our practice efforts
The caress of incense in my lungs,The ecstatic joy of the pool that jostles, of the lotus that forms.And the world that is collapsing around,This
The tent in the morning and the wet grassMy foot stopping suddenly. In the evening, going to the cabin,My foot, rubbing dry earth, still teaching