The Sitting practice trims and trimsCuts and clearsAnd finally leads to the heart of spirituality. There, we can all live with the same spirit.There, their
The Sitting practice trims and trimsCuts and clearsAnd finally leads to the heart of spirituality. There, we can all live with the same spirit.There, their
Zen, Zen, Zen… It does not matter the least !For Zen does not exist, Zen exists nowhere else but in yourself, right here, right now,What
Sitting never ceases to reveal this: the calm behind the curtain on which your mind makes the conceptual decorum of religions’ dances, Silent sitting is
To practice Zen, You have to have seen it all To have seen it all You need to practice Silent Sitting ©FJ Oct 2023Recueils /
I sit,I read, I write, This is my practice To this day, these two elements are still to be brought to extinction. “I read, I
I do not sit because I’ve stopped being the good for nothing that I was: in reality, I never find anything else to do than
-How do I know if my sitting was fair ? -It’s simple: if you haven’t found the heart of your existence, you might have been
Here is a short note inspired by C., a Zazen friend. What place should be given to rigor, discipline, stick-to-it-iveness? I am not known to
The one who can observe this point of un-bearability in sitting meditation,the breaking point of total boredom, the moment when exasperation is on the verge
Sitting for an hour,A playful corner of my skullsucks me in,jingles and puns,In the softness of amazementThat same old stupid me ©ndraw@protonmail.com – Jan 2023–Recueils–Participations-Pratique
Do you know how to assess,Your thought quality index? In the morning,Is it really worth lying down some more ?Can you hearThe softened chaos ?
People can tell all they want about the history of their practice, the long duration of their meditation practice, the sessions, the places, the people,
Each sitting further digs the return to life,Each sitting scrapes the earth of our collapsed cave a little bit more,Until one day, the light begins
The time given to practice acts as an agent of dilution on mental phenomena.A swirling thought in a 15 millimeter puddle becomes a hurricane that
In Zazen, all my incompleteness passes, without hurting meThe once lamentable, leaves an evanescent trace,In a boundless landscape, They can wane and vanish, The instant