Song of Songs, 1: 4 : ‘The King has brought me into his chambers’. As the pilgrim passes by, the dividing walls hiding the sensual
Song of Songs, 1: 4 : ‘The King has brought me into his chambers’. As the pilgrim passes by, the dividing walls hiding the sensual
From ‘logos’ to ‘dharma’, I am not convinced that there is a single step to take. The logos, in its etymological meaning, is the order
Sitting Zazen is dyingTruly. Sit down and die. And when masters know their last hour has arrived,They sit zazen before passing away,There is nothing surprising,They
Thich Nhat Hanh suggests an interesting, very inspiring translation/ interpretation of this famous answer by the Buddha…When he was asked what the core of his
Son Of God ?Being since the dawn of time ? All these are terms and designations with different cult resonances,They all reflect the one and
Rather than the frenzied application of a necessarily fragmentary and ‘aposterioric’ prism, the spirit of Mahayana makes it possible to welcome, to hear and to
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John 5, 30“…And My judgment is just, because I do not seek My own will, but the will of Him who sent Me.” Sitting, looking
It is normal that each of the actors claiming themselves to be disciples of Christ, spontaneously consider themselves to be among the first, the closest
There is a point on which spiritual practices and theology are fiercely opposed and where pilgrims are forced to take a direction: Theology, and with
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The Cross symbolizes the power of transformationWithin ourselves, Christ, comes to place His handsOn our necrotic tissues, dead bands in our water channelsWhile the ocean
Beauty is purely divineSimply sitting zazen, walking kinhinMan, jumble factory, hubbub machine, heap of ideas… A few words from Christ to warm up the heart.All
Sitting, in the middle of the prairieBreathing, listening to your breath,Ask yourself the question : where is God ?Here, now, between you and the breathing,Within