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
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
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 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 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
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
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
(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
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
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
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
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
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
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
This question arises in my soul and I don’t know what to say.I know what I would like to say… Still, can I say it
There is no deeper joy than to discover in far-off traditions the keys opening the door to the one we have too often, out of