A major impediment is to accept how fragile we really are.This may be the difference between personal development and spirituality.Spirituality leaves a central place to
Étiquette : spirituality
Through The Tempest
Bodhicitta : the strength which is given to us,the one we use to hang on to the sailboat mastwhen the strong gusts of thoughts start blowing
Can You Read Thoughts ?
Can you read between the thoughts,Strategies to soften, highlight, conceal or bypassThe slice of Reality opening to you ? Franck Joseph©FJ Jan 2021- All rights reserved.Articles
« If I Could Not Breathe Zen… »
Just this once will not hurt : I am simply sharing the content of somebody else…As it is, without trying to comment or add anything
Breathing our Way Back
Breathing is the thread poking out,The one on which you drawTo reach back to the Spirit. Franck Joseph©FJ Jan 2021- All rights reserved.Articles are available
Opening to Another World
Letting life unfold means des-inventing ourselves.Day in, day out, allowing the densified clusters of our emulated personality To crumble back to dust, enjoying the winds
The Same View
Every move, gently made is an offering to the world; Laying a cup, filling it, floating on the waves of existence. Ordinary brutality is an
Intimate Intimacy
At the center of our Heart,Intimate intimacyThe reflection of God,Most precious place and all-out giving,Unveiled otherness and revealed Nature Franck Joseph©FJ Dec. 2020 – All
Where Practice Stops, Practice Begins
The tools held at our disposal, by eastern traditions as well as systems from which they derive, do not open on any experience of transcendence…
A Grateful Body
Something, in the grace of of your pace, in the lighthearted smile as you approachLets me know you’ve changed. Your body is now thankfulAfter decades
Pilgrims In Spiritual Lands
I’m reading the worlds’ architecture as revealed by the Kabbalah, and I see the reflections of Buddhist Pure Earth(s),In the explanations of the various forms
Where Your Treasure Is…
But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For
Freedom Under Lockdown
Oddly enough, this note was written in December 2019, in a time when ‘lockdown’ referred more to sci-fi movies or exciting video games atmosphere than
Into Being Now
There was something puzzled in me When you spoke, when you moved I would wait, further back, And then I understood. Your automatic cues, picked
Ego-ny
Meditating to the point of ego-nyModern meditative practices leave people dried up.Enthusiasts, at first, they later become swollen with an egotic liquid.While convinced they move
Notes & Silence 