Saying » there is no other God but God »Is saying there is nothing like the directness of zazen.No purest access to the waynowhere else to
Saying » there is no other God but God »Is saying there is nothing like the directness of zazen.No purest access to the waynowhere else to
What is to be rememberedbefore the presence of God,as a necessary corollary, ground for such a presence is freedom. Our great freedom,not different from God’s
Je me demande s’il n’en va pas ainsi de Marie, dans l’enseignement chrétien,Théotokos, la “Mère de Dieu’, par son “oui/fiat” initial, jusqu’au jour de la
La compréhension littérale des textes sacrés et éléments de tradition n’est-elle pas censée permettre aux croyants, au disciple, d’accéder à un degré de compréhension, bien
Here is the voice of deep consciousness,of the nature of awakening that calls you,and others,to join it. It calls you through your voice, through the
The truly awakened one has no need for questions about awakening,for he has let go of the need to claim awakening. To speak of one’s
Consciousness that is outside of timeHe who looks at the wrinkled hand of todayis the same as he who looked at the hand of yesteryear.
Consciousness is the thread,;attention, the needle,and the moments of our lives are the sum of the holes along the stitching line. Attention is the visible
All these philosophical and theological speculations, just like the least noble thoughts, contribute to distancing us from the fusion of consciousness in the present moment.
Sortie apexPrès, collé,Toi, nos êtres, l’un à l’autrePar les mains et les yeux,Notre connaissance du très large,La tienne fluide et dans la mienne,Mon embourbée dans
Psaume 7Le Seigneur scrute les reins et les cœursTaoïsme : le sage connaît les passions et les peursCœur / PassionsReins / Peur ©FJ Sept. 2025Recueils
In the dream, the owl has its back to me. I feel that it is one of the elements created by my mind to occupy
It is not yesterday’s or tomorrow’s bread. Let us become aware (“give us”) that ruminating on the past and speculating about the future distance us
When I was young, life was so sharp it was painful; there wasn’t a cigarette paper to soften its direct contact with the skin.Life was
Breathing pierces through the floor of words.To write that breathing pierces the floor of words,that is blasphemous.To write that it is blasphemous to say that