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
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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
Un-Hoped For Vows From A Boddhisattva
This sadness is unfathomable,Through this practice, I sit beyond. Mistakes from the past are beyond repair.Through this practice, I wipe them all and sit beyond.
Patchy Representations
The contentious status of a relation to the other is, before anything else, a relation to all conflict energies present in the relation we have
Walking the Cell in Circles, Seven Times Before You Speak
Fundamentalists have a head stuffed with obsessionsAnd their look has been made opaque with railings and narrow bars.Can we perceive this boorish fundamentalism in the
Carillon de Bois
Zazen,Du vent dehors,Le carillon de bois sonne, puis se tait. Je prends refuge dans le BouddhaJe prends refuge dans le DharmaJe prends refuge dans la
Sit Like A Buddhist
Sitting as a Buddhist,Really sit as a Buddhist,Sitting without holding the Buddhist reading grids with one hand and with the other what is happening or
Stars Of Zenitude
I do not seek to define Zen.Yet, there would be enough here to keep one busy a full lifetime.I have no interest in knowing what
Burning Zazen
Zazen, act of compassion, toward ourselves and the world.Not in a two-step movement,But in a single moment.Through this sitting, emerges an opportunity for all fires
Laying Hands
I realize the beauty of a job consisting in laying my hands on something, and letting them takeAn animal, a wooden board, a human body,
The Taste Of Life
Whenever the taste of life rises to my mouth,Without a reason why, without anything extraordinary going on,One stick of incense in a hand, one candle
« Penser, Vouloir, Entendre… »
La note en Vipassana (*) est sans objet. Intransitive : penser, vouloir, entendre. La forme anglaise, en ing me semble plus proche car elle revoie
One Coin of Wisdom, Two Sides
-Christ’s version : Truth will set you free.-The Buddha’s version Lies will lock you up. Franck Joseph – ©FJ Dec 2021Recueils / ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et
Notes & Silence 