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février 2008

janvier 2008

No language that isn’t the dharma

By |janvier 28th, 2008|Categories: Textes|

Have been off in the North Sea, on a windswept island, in an unending swirl of the 10,000 things, studying with my teacher's teacher and the extended Great Maha Sangha. Thus, my silence here. "There's [...]

décembre 2007

La solitude glorieuse/Glorious solitude

By |décembre 29th, 2007|Categories: Textes|

"...l'oeuvre de Giacometti communique la connaissance de la solitude de chaque être et de chaque chose, et que cette solitude est notre gloire la plus sûre." Jean Genet l'atelier d'alberto giacometti (L'Arbalète, 2007) ("...Giacometti's work [...]

novembre 2007

Who is binding you?

By |novembre 7th, 2007|Categories: Textes|

The 31st Zen patriarch, Dai I Zenji, made his bows before Kanchi Daishi and said, "I beg the compassion of your reverence. Please teach me the Dharma way of emancipation." The patriarch said, "Who is [...]

octobre 2007

Hors-la-loi/Outlaw

By |octobre 5th, 2007|Categories: Textes|

"Ce qui est permis ne nous apprendra rien." Ariane, dans Ariane et Barbe-Bleue, opéra de Paul Dukas (poème de Maurice Maeterlinck) ("What is permitted will teach us nothing.")

septembre 2007

Un rien, en fleur/Nothing, in bloom

By |septembre 19th, 2007|Categories: Textes|

Un rien nous étions, nous sommes, nous resterons, en fleur: la rose de rien, de personne. --- Paul Celan, extrait de "Psaume" (Nothing we were, we are, we will remain, in bloom: the rose of [...]

Home is here

By |septembre 15th, 2007|Categories: Textes|

As the bee collects nectar and departs without injuring the flower, or its color or its scent, so let the sage dwell in the village. --- Dhammapada

Flowers in the mire/Fleurs dans la boue

By |septembre 3rd, 2007|Categories: Textes|

It's like this: The high plateau does not produce lotus flowers; it is the mire of the low swamplands that produces these flowers. Vimalakurti (C'est comme ceci: Le haut plateau ne produit pas les fleurs [...]

août 2007

Writing on the Wall

By |août 21st, 2007|Categories: Textes|

Life at my age is not easy, but spring is beautiful and so is love. Sigmund Freud, on the occasion of his 80th birthday, in a letter to H.D.

Behind the mountains in Portugal

By |août 7th, 2007|Categories: Textes|

A week behind the mountains in Portugal. With our hearts, birdsong and the moon rose bright and full. Sky vast by night and day, a cool breeze and a rustle in the trees. Sun and [...]

Liberté/Freedom

By |août 7th, 2007|Categories: Textes|

L'ÉCLAIR ME DURE... Comment dire ma liberté, ma surprise, au terme de mille détours: il n'y a pas de fond, il n'y pas de plafond. René Char (THE LIGHTENING REMAINS WITH ME How to express [...]

juillet 2007

At this very moment

By |juillet 26th, 2007|Categories: Textes|

Individuals, just as they are, reveal the unity of Buddhas and beings, without inside or outside. It is wholly manifested at this very moment, in this very place. Gesshu Zenji, 17th-century Zen master

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