There are moments, entire days of our life, sometimes, when thoughts attack with such violence that it seems vain effort to try to extricate oneself
There are moments, entire days of our life, sometimes, when thoughts attack with such violence that it seems vain effort to try to extricate oneself
I am so mad.I am mad at the chaos of my life, the fear that has taken up all the space.I am mad, for everything
It is vital for the practitioner to pass, at one point, to look at prayer and the movements it expresses with an eye of non-duality.Thus,
Every book… every line,Reading books is a training in the ultimate reading, that of the inner book. All these thousands of hours pacing through books
Avant tout ce que l’on peut en dire, en écrire, la pratique de l’assise est quelque chose de très simple : une joie directe de
Religion acts like a comfortable duvet, a cozy bed that we find ourselves into one night after the other.This is effective and allows the man
I look at my thoughts and try to calm themAs I hold between my fingers the hanging bamboo sticks and the stone who collides themAnd
Kinhin libère le bas du dos, un côté, à chaque pas,Libère, fluidifie, redynamise, Je n’y comprends pas plusmais je sais que c’est cela qu’il me
The sound from the leaves is the color of the wind,The sound from my thoughts colliding,What is it the color of ? ©FJ June 2024Recueils /
Huang Po : – Qu’est ce que le Bouddha ?– Ton esprit est le Bouddha. Il y a tant d’honnêteté de simplicité dans la réponse
God, Truth, Dharma, Awakening, Consciousness, the Depth of your Soul,Is not found in the texts that I read at night, to reassure myself, nor in
The real “leap of faith” occurs when we extract ourselves from the conceptual stagnation.Who receives us then? Will we dare to take the plunge? So
Surface expression is abounding here.In those who indulge in manners and affected ways, there is a form of ignorance or too shallow a knowledge of
Je ne pense pas que les disciples du Bouddha, lorsque leur maître n’était pas présent, plaçaient un statuette au milieu de la pièce à son
I once wrote that life was a game, that I become sad as soon as I forget this statement.Of course, I didn’t « invent » this, nor