Have you come to realize that all the words you are reciting,Matter much less than the quality of your presence as you are reciting them ?Rituals,
Étiquette : silence
S’asseoir à Côté
Quand je vois le nombre de personnes qui pratiquent la méditation depuis des décennies et qui sont toujours le jeu de leurs schémas.Qu’après toutes ces
Zazen Cassé
Comme un vieil acteur sur le retour sonne faux de tout son êtreLorsqu’il tente de reprendre ses poses de jeunesse et ses réflexes de plateaux,On
Nectar Of Life
Mindfulness is not another practice to be threaded into a necklace,Even if it the most beautiful of all pearls.Mindfulness is awareness of life. On every
The Cross Here, Now
The Cross represents the action of the divine,The Nature of Buddhadharma.It welcomes the full spectrum of infinite action (horizontal axis)and the depths of this action
The Door Within Rituals
Behind every gesture, every ritual, chant,Behind every practice of a small religion,You’ll find a door opening onto the Large Religion, To all appearances, small religions
Fleeing Process
As long as you do not reside in the Absolute, you are fleeing,Don’t start chasing the Absolute, for you’d be fleeing,You need to see the
True Practice
Whenever you sit, genuinely,When you disarm all gears and stop entrenching yourself behind the codes maintaining the structures of others’ sitting practice. Whenever the last
Le Loup, La Nuit
Tu souffles les bourrasques des particules aimantées qui s’infiltrent en mon esprit.Elles me volent au présent, et plaquent mes paysages intérieurs au tableau de la
Excited Emotions
Being in such a way that our absence does not generate a feeling of absence,Instantly disarming any attempt at attaching,Is this sheer cruelty or a
Night Nutriments
Unspeakable sounds decimate the forests of my nights.Ancestral inhabitants, friendly residents,Flee towards other dark fogs of silence. Acid rains of the unsaidDrip through leaves and
Mots de Sables (I Shin den Shin)
Parfois, ce sont les grains les plus fins, les plus pures qui passent au travers de leur compacts frères de minéraux, et tombent dès le
Pure, Not Pure
The Heart of Being can never linger on the questions of what is pure and not pure.This is incomprehensible for such a Heart. The one
Aller-Retour Le Long Du Jardin Zen
Matthieu traverse le jardin zen du temple Kodaiji.Lentement, il passe les bosquets touffus, il perçoit les reflets de la mousse humide dont les grosses pierres
A Master’s Game
Would we recognize a true master if we met one ?Could you admit, with me, that one has to have played this game, thought about
Notes & Silence 