Your insecurities : they’re what keeps me away from youwhat chops my attentiveness and jerks my sentencesSo blatantly bleeding, they splash around and drown me.
Each of these articles is a stitch on my kesa.On every sentence I have landed my attention.Sometimes stable, sometimes restless,Always trying to touch upon the
Do not try to understand these words aside from the posture.They are incomprehensible. When all this appears in zazen, there is nothing to understand.Maybe a
Among the things we can learn from a night spent in a tent, there are two that have appeared very important to me : The
The Teaching is universal,Broadcasting from the posture, It makes no distinction. Sometimes, as I sit, only the world can hear it.At other times, I seem
I have smothered in the narrowness of your mindsI have despaired along your vacant aspirations. My heart has splintered through you indulgenceMy soul has crushed