The beauty of Zazen is :It is not because we are unable to phrase it,Or because we are not even aware of itThat nothing is decanting.
The beauty of Zazen is :It is not because we are unable to phrase it,Or because we are not even aware of itThat nothing is decanting.
The times of old age already herald the times of childhood,And the watermarked child appears through the old man.Relaxation and contraction: childhood unfurls again.Even though
Traversé le zen,Poussé au traversTourné, revenu,Fait zazen, dans le desertEtre où ? Ne sait plus.Pas important FJ-May 21
Lord, manifest, reveal yourself, appear in my lifeYou know my quest is genuine. It doesn’t compromise.You alone can dissolve the hindrancesWhich have been obstructing the
Silence teaches the pointlessness of mocking,Of the attempt to reach the final witty remark.Silence opens to the appeasing state related to extinctionAnd takes us further
Lorsque la fièvre de la pratique spirituelle retombe.Reste le quotidien. Le zen lance la corde derrière les torrents des fièvresSur la berge du quotidien.(C’est aussi
The Way Of Jesus is a downward slope, abrupt and simple.Religion tries really hard to climb it upPitching befuddling concepts into the stone.Off-trail hiking may
I have been watching you for a long time, nowthere is no place left where you can hide.You sit and talk and play the BuddhaBut
When you are sleepingOr even beyond death,Ask yourself the question… Or do it in a much more accessible, Daily and daytime manner,During times of sickness
What we call ‘spirituality’Is often the art of plasteringwith full silos of slimy glueSomething swift and simplePeople keep jumping from one silo to the next…Salutary
Dojo-goers who set up for the posture must pay special attention not to settle in the posture. This latter is often elevated to a dogma
It has now become impossible to deny :There is an attachment to this sitting posture that is both subtle and coarse. Subtle, because it is
Language is inextricably bound up with thought,It is its body, the same way dust allows water to shape a cloud. Without dust, there can be
I’d rather fake a lack of empathy than indulging in an ostentatious demonstration of how much I care about others.I perceive the indecency of a
Notice the grace,The grace is gone. ©FJ May 2021 – Groupe de PratiqueRecueils — Participations