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
Étiquette : zen
Opening to Another World
Letting life unfold means des-inventing ourselves.Day in, day out, allowing the densified clusters of our emulated personality To crumble back to dust, enjoying the winds
Zazen Quo : Parce que je le veux bien.
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
WindFulness
We have let the Spirit pass throughWithout tying ends together,Or trying to hoard anything. The wind flows freelyWhen rooms have open windows Franck Joseph©FJ Jan
Prière de Salle d’Attente
Seigneur, donne moi de vivre riche et plein, pauvre et librePermets moi de comprendre qu’il n’y a pas de vie à attendre,Pas de vie autre
Chant du Burn-out (Psaume pour les Temps Modernes)
Je suis épuiséIl n’est plus nulle part où je puisse puiser,Les choses à faire ont pris possession de moiDu matin au soir, et surtout du
The Equations of my Inner Cosmos
The ball has bounced on my side of the netAnd I’ve hit it back.In a snap, I kept the game going.The only thing I had
The Same View
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
Contrebasse Pneumogastrique
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
Wide Angle Awakening
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
Splash of Joy
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
Silences
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
Sleeping Scene
The breathing pump is deepening its movementsLower, lowerI can hear the dim questions rising from withinI can see the mind slightly starting to driftAway, at
Master’s Degree : The Question.
A good question any teacher should consider is :Am I ‘offering’ this teaching through myself or am I ‘selling’ myself through this teaching ? Franck
Seul dans l’Ascenceur
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
Notes & Silence 