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
Étiquette : Space
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,
Daily Spadework
Spiritual fields are gigantic,You have to start clearing them somewhere.Every movement can be a prayer,I think of every move as a prayer,Aligned, you let Beauty
Spiritual Building Permit
From my first master,I’ll remember that we must always create, at every moment, our tradition.Practice is a meeting of living beings,I saw the momentum, the
Initiation Swamp
There is a moment on the path when one stops chasing initiations,And starts seeking silence. Beyond this passage, the words move away,All noise melts and
02/09/22 – Inner Ordination
True ordination does not take place from the outside.The outside cannot make a bodhisattva, a monk.Ordination is a birth from within.It is the agreement and
Ritual Words
Dharanis, The Kesa Sutra, The triple gem, Bodhisattva vows, Their purpose is, above all, to channel, to allow you to receive, the impetus that springs
Ancestral Voice
When the voice resonates fairly, it passes through the hole in the wooden floor and anchors in the vibratory depths of ancestral frequencies. Nothing to
The Wheel and The Hub
Sitting creates perspective,It allows air to penetrate inside the suction cup of our representations.It lets us inhabit and sit us at the bottom of the
The Way That Suits You (or not)
The trap relating to the conceptual expedients of dualistic exogenous approaches has nothing to be ashamed of in comparison to the heaviness and infantilization of
Talk about God ?
So you want to talk about God.But what god do you want to talk to me about? All these words sketch a god that I
The Dome Of Religions
Religion is a mental dome where artificial diodes sparkle.Visual noise making the night sky inaccessible. No one but you spins the wheel of ignorance,as one
Incompleteness
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
Refuge In Non-Refuge
The conceptual scaffolding of religions/philosophies,Are constructions, more or less skillful, subtle and cumbersome,Behind which we take refuge.Should we then take refuge in non-refuge ? ©FJ
My Body In Reality
Buddhism was this brilliant, spacious teaching,Zen, lively and breathing, creates my body in reality. And the Buddha is not the Buddha,That’s why I call him
Notes & Silence 