Et si l’incarnation de Jésus était le songe du Christ ? Depuis le fond de sa conscience, le fils de Dieu aurait fermé les yeux,l’espace d’un
Et si l’incarnation de Jésus était le songe du Christ ? Depuis le fond de sa conscience, le fils de Dieu aurait fermé les yeux,l’espace d’un
The only book is the book of consciousness,All other holy books, however sacred, are useless,if they are not read in the light of consciousness. At
Emptiness is not nothing,on the contrary,it is everything.Emptiness is the absence of focus on anything,The impossibility of stopping to make a template out of anything,as
In zazen, our sitting practice must be emptied of zen.The speeches, the supports of speeches, however prestigious they may be, must all disappear.As long as
I am not convinced that there is, nor ever was, something to be named ‘spirituality’.As such, spirituality does not exist. There are and have been
The audio conference ends and gives way to the wiper on the windshield, the friction of the wheels on the wet road of Autumn.From the
We will not abandon (or adhere to) a thought in a binary way, like we go from 0 to 1.The phenomenon of adhesion or distancing
Jésus, lorsqu’il parle de prier dans sa chambre porte fermée enseigne l’assise silencieuse. « Dans sa chambre », dans son intériorité : pas dans la monstration, pas
There are minds… which get bogged down so brilliantly in forms and words.Through the agitations of thought, they bind themselves to the constraints of explanations.And
With the deepening of the practice, all questions relating to the authenticity of traditions lose their relevance. Thus, there is no longer any difference between
Some people are afraid of sitting.They cannot run the psychological risk represented by the realization that, in reality, everything on which they rely, which has
Dual/non-dual approaches are like the dual ‘wave/particle’ nature of light. Depending on the observer’s disposition, spiritual practice, the shaping of the teaching, will take on
Strange autumn light,green appears between the rains,as evening approaches,lets see all its sweetness,behind my eyes,always now,life awaits me A ritualaccomplishedwithout any goalis a ritual performedIn
Skin has the power to silence words.The broth of thoughts feeds, stirs and overflows,It pours out the mind-soup and soaks the entire being.Through this infernal
Prayer, sitting, practice…None of these can change the world,the practice changes our mode of being in the world.It is no longer the narrow world that