It is not your position that I have anything against. I’m not attacking that…This is what you struggle to understand.This is the reason why you
It is not your position that I have anything against. I’m not attacking that…This is what you struggle to understand.This is the reason why you
Prendre conscience de la sédimentation qui s’opère entrela réaction et l’accroissement de la réaction à l’événement,Et ainsi de suite…..jusqu’à ce qu’émerge l’enseignement.C’est un cycle de
Ce n’est pas ta position que j’attaque.Voilà ce que tu peines à comprendre,Voilà pourquoi le soutien de A puis l’argumentation en faveur de – A
On the teacher’s blackboard, nothing is impossible,In front of gaping eyes, I’m writing the word ‘writing’,I’m wiping the word ‘wiping’…I’m wiping the word ‘writing’, writing
Cruel words are not so for whom pronounces them. Therefore the angry, anxious or frustrated speaker should never be blamed, nor should he be the
Still digging out old posts….from earlier sitting sessions, back in 2016. I recently bumped into someone I had never met before.Someone I know more than
Je n’ai jamais écrit un seul article, je n’ai fait que voir des articles s’écrire.Je n’ai jamais une fois pris le crayon parce que j’avais
A trail of thoughtsOn which I walkThousands of milesOf pure brain-madeFabric-ationWoven mind-terialBehind and around usEven becoming usCovering the whole worldAnd everybody elseA trail of thoughtsWe
Aujourd’hui, Vendredi Saint…Je le découvre au réveil. Je l’avais oublié.D’ailleurs, les autres années, je n’en fais pas de cas particulier : voilà bien longtemps que
J’applique le cœur du bouddhisme — impermanence, changement, mujo — aux sphères professionnelle et personnelle.J’observe deux lectures. -L’une génère un chaos social : la non
Again, this is an old post I dug out and dusted out while preparing the next book… It is not because we communicate on a
Il y a peu de plaisirs aussi subtils (et finalement peu de jouissances aussi intenses) que celui qui consiste à laisser le karma brûler comme
Our human nature is beautiful.It often comes out unrecognizable, clumsy, illusion-driven…To the trained eye, no detour : the covering layers successively come undone to reveal
Thought is a tiny fly…It’s overexcited, voracious and insatiable. The mere beginning of the furthest of any approaching sound gets it flying all over us.
This life, desensitizedLiterally degenerates,Off-track, astrayGuided by Entropy AlmightyUnder mechanical grindersOf Time. Does it dilute on purpose ?Does it have, eventually, not to beAnyone left to