People who talk a lot, all the time,Tell us about the reason of never-ending logorrhea.To discover it, you need to listen very carefully while they
People who talk a lot, all the time,Tell us about the reason of never-ending logorrhea.To discover it, you need to listen very carefully while they
How could we listenTo the silence waiting between noises ?Silence contains all noises. ©FJ August 2021 – All Rights ReservedArticles are available as books and
And now that it has become impossible for you to chase me away from homeThere is not a single place where I cannot feel at
You can never force your mind to stop talking,But you are never obliged to listen. ©FJ August 2021Articles are available as books and e-books :
« Par ta quête éperdue des années de jeunesse, tu manques aujourd’hui ton rendez-vous avec les années de sagesse. » ©FJ Sept. 2020 – All rights reserved.
Sister M., in one of the audio podcast I use while jogging, very quietly, says thatDuring our prayers, our moments of silent sitting, we should
« C’est parfois parce qu’on en a d’un coup tellement marre d’être pris à la gorge par les phénomènes, d’en être le jouet ridicule, parce qu’aucune
Sitting Zazen, whatever happens, I am accomplished Franck Joseph©FJ July 2021 – All Rights ReservedArticles are available as books and e-books : RECUEILSThis content is
The experience of silence is actually the practice of death.It is possible for everyone to soak in silence – if only briefly. We then stop
Au niveau d’être de l’éveillé, il ne pouvait pas en aller autrement que de déboucher sur l’éveil. En cela, on peut donner un autre sens
If the letting go, often referred to and advised in spiritual environments, is perceived as a desertion,it may be due to our belief we are
« Cela ne m’intéresse pas vraiment de savoir si Jésus est un BouddhaOu si le Bouddha est un Christ…Cela m’intéresse en tout cas bien moins que
From the obscurity of our nights, what we callDespair, absence of meaning,Is the most beautiful quest.It pulses along with the forgotten heartbeat of our childhood.
The Bodhicitta, the Awakening Consciousness,Keeps bringing you home, again and again.And carries you through rough winds and sirens’ songs.This ship is made of breathCan you
You’re not in controlTake what you haveDon’t grab what you don’t haveAnd know that what you need will comeSo naturally you might not even notice