There is no religion or tradition that has a monopoly on truth,He who touches the truth recognizes it in every religion.I think of the (Buddhist)
There is no religion or tradition that has a monopoly on truth,He who touches the truth recognizes it in every religion.I think of the (Buddhist)
The rooster crows as if it were hoisting with its thin legsThe next day, buried with all his weight in the darkness of the night.He
The key ingredient in the dish of spirituality is joy.Whatever the path, if the heart is not joyful, it is not a path of spiritualityA
The encounter with the Heart of Being, the encounter with God, should never be too hasty.The desire for the encounter has to be met, identified,
I now see that, without you, life has no meaning,since you are the meaning.Without you, my existence is the antechamber of life,Where everything runs on
The Great Freedom?Here it is: see that everything we have,Is already lost, that in reality, we never truly had it.This applies to everything, everyone, to
I wanted to flee, to fight, to unmask,enrich the ego, actually The ego was everywhere,hidden and yelling. the quest for statusfor power, influence,a will for
While God is everywhere and seeks day and night to give a fatherly embrace,I was sitting there,Practicing essential premises,Establishing the premises as definitive practice,Moving forward
Prayer does nothing,Doesn’t go anywhere,It is non-doing, Diving to meet God,With the agitation of the lips, of the mind,We gesticulate and reach the surfaceNow, follow
The wind blows in the pen’s sail It blows towards the East.After all, the exception is the rule,the marginal becomes the model and the left-handed,
Prayer is a bath of God that we take,A daily orientation for the soulAn incensing of the heart with divine emanations.Thus, to reach the bottom
The obstinacy of not seeing, when it shows itself in others, is a phenomenon that never ceases to dismay me.When this same determination not to
There is no difference between between the practice of simple sitting and emptying the compost bag into the compost bin.In the kitchen, the peelings start
The man of the night – David! I understand your callI could use your wordsCan I?Give me your words! I don’t have any left, today,And
Grabbing the pen,What else could I do?I don’t know how to wield a sword nor am I able to swiftly swing my fists.Grabbing the quill,