Most sincere

//Most sincere

Most sincere

Notes from this day would be of going and coming, the journey of the journey, in wind and rain, darkness early and late.
I observe my fellow travelers.
A man with thick glasses and a heavy bag steps off the Métro, then quickly jumps back on as the doors close, realizing it’s a stop too soon. A homeless man, one of many, eats bits of bread and sausage spread on a newspaper. He shouts when a fussing child cries and cries.
Someone tells me, « It will become clearer, little by little. »
Master Tozan said, I am always most sincere right here.

By | 2015-10-02T14:34:16+01:00 février 10th, 2009|Textes|12 Comments

About the Author:

Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.


  1. tu es cela 15 février 2009 at 19 h 24 min - Reply

    This is where I reach out and pinch your nose.

  2. Ting 14 février 2009 at 13 h 14 min - Reply


    But still being wrong, maybe I understand a little deeper.

  3. Tu es cela 14 février 2009 at 11 h 48 min - Reply

    And then you will be right?

  4. Ting 12 février 2009 at 22 h 45 min - Reply

    If I’m wrong, I change my mind.

  5. tu es cela 12 février 2009 at 19 h 59 min - Reply

    And so?

  6. Ting 12 février 2009 at 18 h 19 min - Reply

    It is an English word.

  7. Tu es cela 12 février 2009 at 8 h 22 min - Reply


  8. Ting 11 février 2009 at 19 h 21 min - Reply

    And what if you are wrong ?

  9. Tu es cela 11 février 2009 at 19 h 04 min - Reply

    I don’t know a thing about samadhi.
    I see that when I drink the tea, the cup empties. When I tap the keys, characters appear. When the electric bill arrives, I pay to light the lamp.

  10. Ting 11 février 2009 at 18 h 15 min - Reply

    Being here in no-concept is most sincere and free.
    It sounds like samadhi to me.

    But samadhi – how should I say this – seems is like a trap to me or like a crooked alibi, or like a head stuck in the sand…
    We are also in this world which can be captured (more or less) in concepts. And in this world we are accountable for our actions.

    And I – for one – am not too spiritual to be wrong.

  11. Tu es cela 11 février 2009 at 17 h 42 min - Reply

    "Here" is not a concept (a "lie") when I am right here, at my cherry-wood desk in the lamplight amid books, papers, an empty cup, the cat asleep, a motorcycle idling outside the window as day fades, my fingers lightly tapping the white keys.

  12. HJ 11 février 2009 at 13 h 11 min - Reply

    When we are not here we tend to lie, to pretend and to expect?

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