Meditating is a bit like trying to scrape the corner of an old label stuck on a glass bottle.Some will tease it with the tip
Meditating is a bit like trying to scrape the corner of an old label stuck on a glass bottle.Some will tease it with the tip
Having a nose so close to the day-to-day grindstone, does not allow to enjoy life’s beauty…Such a close-up shot of reality does not reveal its
Zazen does not bring any solution to a specific problem.The practice of sitting reframes the problem we are facing in such a way it stops
The intellectual appeal for a country, a civilization, is actually the result of an emotion raised by an esthetics peculiar to a mental environment.The cultural
The colors of life dancing in meAre now blending differently,Delicate glows slowly emergingAnd vividness ready to dim. It is good, it is sad,It is calm
It is very clear to my eyes, that the underlying power conveying thoughts does not belong to me.When the vertical axis collides with and opens
I truly enter the heart of practice – that is, the place where practice ends / transcending moments of insightful grace, when there was nothing
Tout au long de nos journées, puis, à la longue, de nos vies, nous trimbalons — sans le verbaliser, ni parfois le savoir — une
From the hearth of tensionCatching a glimpse of stillness From the sputtering surface frothRemembering the depths Amid the impossible practiceSitting Zazen Franck Joseph©FJ Jan 2021-
What I need to do with vedanas (1) is : …nothing.As soon as I attempt to deal with the ‘vedana phenomenon’, I have no other option
Guilt can sometimes be a strategy to divert ourselves from mindfulness practices.It therefore becomes the support for yet another wild journey of inner sensations. Guilt
Il n’est pas aisé de distinguer l’origine des stagnations lors de l’assise. Aussi, autant en révéler la cause tout de go : nous-mêmes. Que ce
Every move, gently made is an offering to the world; Laying a cup, filling it, floating on the waves of existence. Ordinary brutality is an
Généreuse de miel et de lait,Délicate, italienne,Précise, ciselée, à-proposLe fût aux peaux tendues,Cuivres aux feuillages scintillantsLa canopée enluminée des cymbales Je ne sais pas raconter
Il arrive que l’enfant, après s’être longtemps caché, oublie le jeu auquel il joue et finisse par s’asseoir. De ses doigts agiles, il invente alors