Why do ‘believers” have to be fully obsessed with trying to obstruct Life,To strangle Life between their nervous fingers ? How can we not end
Why do ‘believers” have to be fully obsessed with trying to obstruct Life,To strangle Life between their nervous fingers ? How can we not end
I read the Bible and I see the landscapes of the BuddhaI listen to the Dharma and I hear the voice of Christ. ©FJ Nov
You know, in the secret of your heartAll the ways are joining hands,What do you have to fearFrom abandoning them all,And walking along the Unique
Joining and BowingMy two wrinkled handsI do not know any wilder joy. ©FJ Nov 2021RECUEILS/ ParticipationsTelegram (Publications et Pratique)
Song of Songs, 1: 4 : ‘The King has brought me into his chambers’. As the pilgrim passes by, the dividing walls hiding the sensual
From ‘logos’ to ‘dharma’, I am not convinced that there is a single step to take. The logos, in its etymological meaning, is the order
There is no need to inform at all costs, whether we are in a didactic context (student information), therapeutic situation (physiological information), teaching wisdom (information
I feel gratitude for these concerns, compulsions and circular thoughts that keep arising again and again in my mind,Those mental energies which agitate this mind
Sitting zazen, there is a sacrament of forgiveness.Towards others, of course, forgiveness dawning in the horizon,Towards ourselves, forgiveness we receive. The heart of zazen is
When I was ten years old, I believed in paradise.The Christian one,The Muslim oneThe Jewish paradise,And I believed in the ‘reincarnations’ of Tibetan Buddhism…I believe
What are words of truth ?We may answer that question by spilling a millions words on the origin of those words…,on the context in which
Swarms of thoughts,Those who clouded our sights and made us turn in circles in the same psychological neighborhood when we were convinced we could cross
Zazen allows you to finally look at the traumaSitting Zazen : seeing the trauma at last.When sitting has become stableAnd all winds have spread silence,Zazen
Pelvis opening,From the back, above the cushion,Like a spreading pair of wingsLike an origami sheet coming back to its fold. Knees anchoring, at last.Femur turning
Sitting Zazen is dyingTruly. Sit down and die. And when masters know their last hour has arrived,They sit zazen before passing away,There is nothing surprising,They