Paris – 12 novembre 2007 : Dharma Enseignements

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 binding you?" Dai I Zenji said, "No one is binding me.'' The patriarch said, "Then why should you search for [...]

"What I've been trying to do all my life can't be done. I want to copy reality exactly as I see it. Impossible, of course, because what you see continually changes in time and space, non? You would need absolute knowledge, and who can attain that, hein? Nobody. Only an imbecile would persist, non?" Alberto [...]

"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.")

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 nothing, of no one.)

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

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 de lotus; c'est la boue des marécages en-bas qui produit ces fleurs.)

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.

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 shade, sitting and walking, inside and out: the golden river Douro offers its caress to both of its banks. A [...]

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 my freedom, my surprise, after a thousand detours: there is no bottom, there is no top.)