A french version is available here : « La méditation, c’est pas pour moi… » Some people have this feeling that meditation is not for them :
A french version is available here : « La méditation, c’est pas pour moi… » Some people have this feeling that meditation is not for them :
The gift of God, so precious, can never be addressed. There is nothing more intimate than Divine Breath. Don’t talk about it, fake lightness
A history of self confidence deficit can turn out to be the source of great happiness. This lonely and obscure sitting through life (lack of self
Meditation is about learning how to let things go — slowly and gently, or abruptly and awfully — quiet. In any case, without notice, the
To the ones who experience lack of physical contact as a frustration, I’d like to testify. Touching is not only about human bodies or animal
Please scroll down for the english version Les gens de grande solitude font du bruit et parlent d’eux d’une manière ou d’une autre. Ils se
The true ritual is within us. Ritual. At most, what we generally refer to as ‘rituals’ across different traditions act as a mirror, an occasion to
I’m sad when I forget that life is but a game where tables turn and pieces are swept away, where no rule is ever set
Christ’s Resurrection is an inner phenomenon. It is the required broadening of the Heart to let compassion for the world arise. The traditional representation of
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Whenever I surrender to the Father, I withdraw from the ego room. The movement, the release of energy is the same. The love rising
I believe that lighness of heart saves us while seriousness kills without fail. In lightness of heart, there is flexibility and adaptation to space In
Dodging… This is also one of the teaching media in the Zen tradition. Laying a trap, greasing the helping hand… Preventing the roots from embedding
(Version française : Parfois, Zazen est le Veau d’Or Zazen, zazen, zazen…. until it becomes an obsession, Then zazen again, zazen some more, until it makes
The sharpness of presence has nothing to do With the syrupy vanilla cotton cloud of glazed paper mindfulness of smoky telephone screens of one-way mirrors.