Matthieu traverse le jardin zen du temple Kodaiji.Lentement, il passe les bosquets touffus, il perçoit les reflets de la mousse humide dont les grosses pierres
Matthieu traverse le jardin zen du temple Kodaiji.Lentement, il passe les bosquets touffus, il perçoit les reflets de la mousse humide dont les grosses pierres
The true monk has no title and wears no robe.The true disciple of the Buddha knows nothing about Buddhism. ©FJ Jan 2022Recueils / ParticipationsTelegram (Publications
Cette nuit, alors que j’alterne entre le confort d’une chambre d’hôtel de Kyoto qui, face au prix payé pour en disposer, me tend un double
Would we recognize a true master if we met one ?Could you admit, with me, that one has to have played this game, thought about
This sadness is unfathomable,Through this practice, I sit beyond. Mistakes from the past are beyond repair.Through this practice, I wipe them all and sit beyond.
The contentious status of a relation to the other is, before anything else, a relation to all conflict energies present in the relation we have
Il y a une forme de violence que je m‘applique à moi-même lorsque je lutte contre ce qui apparaît la nuit comme une phase d’éveil
Fundamentalists have a head stuffed with obsessionsAnd their look has been made opaque with railings and narrow bars.Can we perceive this boorish fundamentalism in the
A certain form of parenthood is based on emotional retention.In the same way that informational retention can be used to maintain an upper hand on
Sitting as a Buddhist,Really sit as a Buddhist,Sitting without holding the Buddhist reading grids with one hand and with the other what is happening or
Nous sommes les 1er Février 2019J’ai 39 ans.Dans quelques minutes, nous feteronsLes 7 ans de mon dernier fils. Dans le fond du jardin, mon dojo.Faible
I do not seek to define Zen.Yet, there would be enough here to keep one busy a full lifetime.I have no interest in knowing what
Zazen, act of compassion, toward ourselves and the world.Not in a two-step movement,But in a single moment.Through this sitting, emerges an opportunity for all fires
I realize the beauty of a job consisting in laying my hands on something, and letting them takeAn animal, a wooden board, a human body,
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