I make less and less difference between meditation and prayer. Meditation, for many, is a way of claiming to be a more « spiritual » practice than
Étiquette : Space
Burial Scene
– Say, do you love me ?– Yes, you know it well-And you, do you love me?-Yes– All right, let’s bury each other now, shall
All Books
All books,even the most important to you.yes, even this one,are no different from the jumble of the intellect?really, what else are you looking for ?
Come Here Alone
Whether you like it or not, the experience is one of loneliness,It must be so.To name it an experience, there must be solitude,Also, the groups
“A Useless Gathering?”
Music robs the beauty of calmness.On deep water, nothing is built.There, light sinks in and leaves fallAnd plants slowly decompose.All of this is raining inside.
Free notes on Al Baqara, 255
255 : « Allah! there is no god but Him, the Ever-living, the Self-subsisting by Whom all subsist (Kayyûm); slumber does not overtake Him nor sleep; whatever
The Heart Blown By The Explosion
In the same way as Nagarjuna, with a lot of humor said that there was really nothing more we could do for those who cling
You don’t belong to the Realm of Ideas
Understand me : unless we consider what is as an emanation of the underlying spirit (still then, it would not be my initial concern, I have
The Way of That
The ‘God topic’ is often discussed using a very small and seemingly harmless tool. — the personal pronoun, subject and object. Anthropomorphism can then be
What You Make Of The Tough Relationship
It is interesting to note that, in order to make a complicated relationship more fluid, it is not necessary to review the behavioral architecture from
Morning View (…)
(continued from a comment initiated by a friend on Piercing the Monk’s Crust) I think there is something to be learnt from the likeness of
Look for the Tablecloth
Whatever the collective organizations and the frameworks of the structures which the practitioners are part of,Whatever position an individual occupies within these structures,The way is
Under my feet
I don’t follow the pathI am the way that unfolds under my feet.The one that the worldsEvery moment, bring me,On a carpet rolled-up in Time.
Targetless Futures
There comes an age when the choice of an activity has ceased to be made as it has always been: as an investment in the
Capsule Travel
It is without words that the hand of your soul reaches out to the hand of GodAnd without words that the embrace takes place.Silent sitting,
Notes & Silence 