The Buddha’s Pure Earths, the underworlds, Paradise and all transitional places can be visited while sitting on the cushion. They correspond to the different ‘climates’
Étiquette : wisdom
The Way of The Bodhisattva (Joy Unlimited)
There are two different ways of approaching another human being : -Through the usual prism : ‘after what he’s done to me, how can he
In the Inkwell of the Self
Writing is difficult when you dip your quill in your own personal inkpot. Ideas get glued up and go lumpy. They end up tied in
Softly Sad
On this very special eve A familiar, comfortable, remotely throbbing feeling Is letting myself melt into this place of Softly Sad. Like songs written in
A Flow of Light
The seamless move from materiality to ethereality, phenomena to vacuity ku to shiki, shiki to ku Non-doing enters emptiness, embraces a thousand forms, and comes
Night Meditation
This time, at the threshold of the night, heat was building up, Time was coming and everything was getting ready, Each piece had to find
Karma Burning….Coming to an End
A french version of this article is availabel here : Karma Burning….Parvenir à l’Arrêt Could it be possible that all our detours are guided by a
Pas si vite… / Letting Go is not dead.
(Scroll down for english version) On a trop vite fait de décrier le lâcher-prise comme l’enfant star du développement personnel et de la bouillabaisse new-age.
When I Forget that Life is but a Game
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
Thanks et Mercis–>]…squeezing in…[<–
Message rapide après une consultation étonnée des divers rapports, stats et autres tableaux de fréquentation… Merci à tous pour vos nombreux passages sur le blog,
To the Morning Whistler
(french version available here : Au Siffloteur des Matins) From the fierce immaturity of my teenage years, I would question him about the endless universe
Creativity : Puddle or Geyser ?
When he unfolds content so gracefully and dwells each recess of his body with so much intensity When he writes, when he speaks with spirit
A Coffee Machine Awakening Practice
Julie sometimes happened to remind herself of how she was when she lived her previous life : offices, colleagues, dumb tasks, barren talks at the
Fields of Fear
Now you have grazed the grass of all those dried up pens : Sit outside all fences. Surprisingly appeased, as no attacker roams Harmoniously faithful
Holy Gardening
The evolution of religions as well as the way spiritualities expand, can never be detached from time. As we move along this axis, we are
Notes & Silence 