There is a scent in Buddhism,Emanating from the RefugeAt the heart of the woodsAlong the hike, we have the firm hopeTo find there some food,
There is a scent in Buddhism,Emanating from the RefugeAt the heart of the woodsAlong the hike, we have the firm hopeTo find there some food,
Les sauts dans l’inconscience n’ont de cesse de divertir ici, puis là, revenir encore, effondrer le plafond, au travers du plancher, passer et soudain pénétrer,
Mahayana Buddhism and Christianity both say the same thing, ultimately. The difference is that Christianity sinks deeper in transitional material. There, it carves niches to
The experience of ‘just sitting’ is physical, instinctive, orgasmic There’s nowhere else to look. From the place of sitting, directly, the body speaks. The being
Bodhi Svaha:Sous l’articulation du mantra qui va au-delà, il y a un accouchement en douceur, une résolution silencieuse sur la tierce intérieure. Franck Joseph ©FJ
See Cushion Diving (1/3) and Cushion Diving (2/3) I’m asking you to move down a few notches below words.Down enough to see what words do
Down, where names lose their artificial soothing properties,You name objects to keep track of them in your mental chaos. You organise this chaos with tags
Thich Nhat Hanh says : ‘Mindfulness and the Holy Spirit both help us touch the ultimate dimension of reality’.These are elements allowing us to experience
Do not hear the words of othersUnless you’ve taught yourself perfect silence. Do not grasp and consider any conceptUnless you’ve entered non-thinking. When you have
Every day, every move is a danceMindfulness to the body moving through spaceBrings esthetics and fluidity to steps and gestures. It colors the most ordinary
Reducing the virginal figure to the spectrum on sexuality is a regrettable development.This is always the result of persisting ignorance and refusal to enter the
Mary often appealed to her great freedom as a determining feature of her personality.She would therefore try to present a socially acceptable side to substitute
By endlessly quibbling over the details of the outer posture, don’t we trap ourselves in a suffocating deadend street ? We need to allow the
De l’autre coté, Le désir se lève toujours Mais il a cessé de planter ses dents. Et lorsqu’il court devant moi, Il ne me traîne
Ce n’est nul autre que moi qui érige une barrière me séparant de la nature, un muret au dos duquel je me retiens haletant espérant