Tout au long de nos journées, puis, à la longue, de nos vies, nous trimbalons — sans le verbaliser, ni parfois le savoir — une
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
Limiting all inner life phenomena to our the activity of the mind, is having an ideological perspective as well as a fragmentary experience of the
Stepping on the threshold of quietusSatori : wholly enteringWithin reach of awakening, being spattered With a single drop, a bath of plenitude,In one second of
Even though Silence, in essence, is one,It encompasses many degrees It all begins with the silence of discomfort,When the very first holes widen their outer
A good question any teacher should consider is :Am I ‘offering’ this teaching through myself or am I ‘selling’ myself through this teaching ? Franck
Inspirer, expirerLes pensées aussi ont leurs cyclesEt puis soudain, l’une disparaît et l’autre ne renaît pas.On l’attend, elle n’arrive pas. L’inspiration s’élèveComme un ascenseur vide…Aucune
Breathing in, Breathing out,Thoughts have their own cycles.Suddenly, one disappears and the next one does not arise.A bit of waiting, it does not come. The
Zazen counts years backwardsSitting soflty sands sediments off our eyes Dogen mentioned that time flowed from the present to the past.What his vision was, as