The ball has bounced on my side of the netAnd I’ve hit it back.In a snap, I kept the game going.The only thing I had
The ball has bounced on my side of the netAnd I’ve hit it back.In a snap, I kept the game going.The only thing I had
The oak tree in the temple yard, (1)Calling the Earth to witnessSame anchoringSame simple mindSame footprint in realitySame resolution to lifeObvious choice of happiness within
Trapped in this urban fiction, cutting them off from nature and thereby creating the « environment » as a by-product of their fictitious extraction, human beings, through
‘What was your true face before the birth of your parents ?’ Without diving in the fathomless depths of this — literally — mind-blowing koan,
Zen unites the most common situations and the deepest experiences.It unveils the most secret teachings behind trifling momentsHere and now, they uncoil their full meaning.
It is no small matter to fall through the film reel, the moment of a splice…the bliss of an absence, a moment of grace,A driven
The traditional practice of Vipassana, through the path it unfolds under our feet, is an experiential teaching. Along this path, the pilgrim is taken by
Lord, may you grant me a lifeOf wealth and abundanceFreedom and humilityAllow me to understandThere is no life to expectOther than the one expecting us.
I know that you can seeThrough the walls, unfailingly.I know your sufferingWhen they gather with a contrived faceTo comment the paintings on the wall,The reflections
I feel a growing urge to invite people to get more accustomed to the following idea : Phenomena are a concrete realisation of our —
The Middle WayThe path to awakening, The Way of the Buddha Is not a road of half-heartednessA lukewarm comfort between everything and its opposite. The
Seeing what isIs seeing what is not.This may happen as the relationBetween what is and what is not reverses.Sitting creates favorable conditions to such an
I kneel to thank God, The Universe, Reality, Life, I sit to thank The PracticeFor going so light on me. Broken, cracked from end to
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
Zazen : seeing DeathComing forth as inner eyes adjust. Zazen : agreeing to stay putAnd sit one-on-one with Life Singing in tune, at last,With what