Il y a peu de plaisirs aussi subtils (et finalement peu de jouissances aussi intenses) que celui qui consiste à laisser le karma brûler comme
Étiquette : presence
But A Dream
Imagine a dream….You are giving yourself over to circular pleasures,Hidden by the surface foam from troubled waters,Until you notice distant flames on the shore Waving
La Fin de l’Ennui
L’homme qui désormais porte sur le monde un regard spirituel découvre un territoire où la division entre le bien et le mal n’est plus.Seul le
I Stumbled on a Zafu (note)
I truly enter the heart of practice – that is, the place where practice ends / transcending moments of insightful grace, when there was nothing
Où est ton Trésor ….
Mais amassez-vous des trésors dans le ciel, où la teigne et la rouille ne détruisent point, et où les voleurs ne percent ni ne dérobent.
The Dharma River
At this moment, life needed to pivot, to flow and riddle lightlyYet, nothing happened. Stagnation is never due to the bed of lifeBut to the
Where Your Treasure Is…
But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For
Freedom Under Lockdown
Oddly enough, this note was written in December 2019, in a time when ‘lockdown’ referred more to sci-fi movies or exciting video games atmosphere than
Rien D’autre
En réalité, je ne fais rien d’autre que de me disposer à la présence, simplement…Laisser la présence être et me remplir, me dépasser, m’oublier.En étant
I Sit
Beyond steep rocks erecting and stone blocks combiningIn a densified mountain range,I sit Through the deafness of dark nightsWhere questions are held captive,I sit Along
Dharma Equivalence (note)
Harada, in The Essence of Zen (p74) sketches a fascinating equivalence : Present = Now = Nyoze (suchness) = Ku (emptiness)= Mu (nothingness) = Do
The Call from Beyond
The Call from Beyond, The Secret GalleryThat you follow from the depths of your beingTo the Being of the Depths Is the Prayer of the
I believed the Night
I once believed the Night was darkUntil she lifted the curtainAnd showed her ways to let light pierceThrough its bleak filters and black frames I
Sexual Sitting
The experience of ‘just sitting’ is physical, instinctive, orgasmic There’s nowhere else to look. From the place of sitting, directly, the body speaks. The being
The Heart of Disaster
This is why disease or tragedy, when they appear in someone’s life can — in a paradoxical and counterintuitive manner — turn out to be
Notes & Silence 