Have you ever met what awaitsAt the very end of an exhalationDid you let the breath in unfurl its arabesquesTo the end of the ends
Have you ever met what awaitsAt the very end of an exhalationDid you let the breath in unfurl its arabesquesTo the end of the ends
When the child angersWhen the child storms about and hits,The role of the father is not to counter-stormAnd to end up both smothering. It is
It had been a long time since the ticklingBehind the center of the foreheadHad not sprung up in the course of Just Sitting. Small gravel
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A detour by Sister M., a Christian nun who, on one of my jog-along podcasts claimed that we need to see the world with the
Pieces of meMyself, in pieces,To save the ship from sinkingWhile crossing the layers of darknessI have no idea how it finally reached the shoreOf the
If the letting go, often referred to and advised in spiritual environments, is perceived as a desertion,it may be due to our belief we are
Tonight, I can identify with precision,Along the spine, the point of psychological blockage.This place is offering me the gift of spatialization. A glazed bubble where
From the obscurity of our nights, what we callDespair, absence of meaning,Is the most beautiful quest.It pulses along with the forgotten heartbeat of our childhood.
The Bodhicitta, the Awakening Consciousness,Keeps bringing you home, again and again.And carries you through rough winds and sirens’ songs.This ship is made of breathCan you
Hi everyone, I’m really happy to share with you the release of my last book, This is the first book written in English.I’m truly grateful
Many couples actually break up because they do not have the slightest idea of how powerful their ‘us’ is.Their ‘us ‘.We get so used to dwelling
(This is a typed version from an audio note) The one question that you are supposed to ask yourself when considering to engage in one
Not expecting anything,Insight may arise. She realized thatIf she had been standing there,Ready to jump in feet first,It was not her heart which had been
Both hands in the pocketsTo clasp in the center of palmsThe object of her faithThe echo from elsewhereSolutions from here… A soft, velvet pebbleHas gone