La respiration est ablution,Elle fait couler l’eau du souffledans tout le corps,dans les poumons, le cœur le réseau sanguin, chaque organeDans les réseaux subtils affiliés
Étiquette : zen
Everything Makes Sense
I have these walks, bathed in grace, where each step, each turnIs a place of wonder.On the path, however, taken a thousand times,Blossoms an offered
Instant Chaos
I always knew that this crust of everyday life was a masquerade to which the vast majority of the population dedicate the main part of
Ecoute, Souviens-toi, Libère-toi
Et souviens toi que le Zen n’appartient à personne Ni à toi, ni à moi,Ni à ceux qui s’en réclament,Ni aux anciens de montagnes, ni
Night Life
Night life is much more interesting than day life. I do not know if it is appropriate to integrate night life into life itself or
I do not do zazen
I do not do zazen,I sitWhen I am ready to hear, then, I write the words displayed in my mind,Words are my harvest,What I bring
God of Absence
This God of whom the Holy Book speaks constantly can be understood as a God of presence. God of presence, giving birth to a whole
Thanking Others
Thanking the other for beingThanking him for the simple fact that he is alive, is not a celebration of his ego or the value of
Whether you sit or not
A great deal of what it means to sit zazen lies in this sentence : « in zazen, there’s me watching »Before even sitting zazen, we understand this
When Nothing Remains
Silent sitting is what remains when nothing remains,Also, trying stimulations, breathing, motivations, coloring,That we can find on the way,Takes us away from practice. These are
Ni Choix, Ni Rejet
Avant l’amour, la haine, le choix, le rejet, En amont se tient le ‘ni’ de “ni amour, ni haine, ni choix, ni rejet”, Ce ‘ni’
Kingdom of Thoughts
Through sitting meditation, I see the perverse addiction to the Kingdom of Thoughts,the very one where suffering reigns. When at the edge of the borders,When
The Art Of Pivoting
Consciousness is malleable. It is the mold of the outside (a context, a grace, a teaching) and the inside (practice, particular position) The two modes
The Mother of All Alibis
Among my peers, I notice that what they call their « work » and around which they agglomerate so many lumps of identity,is in reality a screen-occupation
Souffrance Banale Mise à Nu
J’ai écrit quelque part entre ces pages que la vie est un jeu et que c’est dès lors que j’oublie la réalité de cette affirmation
Notes & Silence 