In non-dualistic paths, there is a marker of maturity : the absence of the need for recognition. The child does things as he thinks his
Étiquette : way
The Way of That
The ‘God topic’ is often discussed using a very small and seemingly harmless tool. — the personal pronoun, subject and object. Anthropomorphism can then be
Piercing the Monk’s Crust
There are nights, like this night,when I wonder if, in the end, never having achieved what I wanted to, is not the greatest grace of
Look for the Tablecloth
Whatever the collective organizations and the frameworks of the structures which the practitioners are part of,Whatever position an individual occupies within these structures,The way is
The Way That Suits You (or not)
The trap relating to the conceptual expedients of dualistic exogenous approaches has nothing to be ashamed of in comparison to the heaviness and infantilization of
Zazen And Christ
Zazen is to Buddhism what Christ is to tradition.‘The Way, the Truth, and the Life’ This is the deep meaning of Jesus’ words,A word, neither
Barrel Of War
Being a Bodhisattva is the only way of saving others.But it is also the only way to save ourselves. For, without entering the way of
In Front Of The Door
The force of conditioning, launched from incalculable erasIs relentless. It determines the reality of each and everyone.At every moment, however, we have the freedom to
The Call 2/3
(Part One : The Call 1/3) 1 : Hearing the call2 : realizing this has been a call all along In my life, 1 and 2 have
The Call 1/3
Without a doubt, now that I’m looking back on my life these last 15 years or so, I can tell there has been a call.Something
Sitting In Pure Land
The Pure Land is in me,By sitting, I create itPlow it and open itTo disciples, to the Sangha,To the neighborhood, to the world. Find the
Inexhaustible Fuel
As long as the ego wants,At the end of the path,Will come the taste of venom. In the meantime, all feet are rushing,At the speed
Would You Walk With Me ?
The shadow of the leavesFrom a garden over the fenceSlowly set in motionBy the wind of spring Beauty struckDoubt has vanishedWalking through lifeOn such a
I Had Forgotten
Along the paths of forgetfulness, I had reached the point where it had become impossible to reach out to the beginning of any genuine Way.Along
Joining All Paths
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
Notes & Silence 