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décembre 2009

I’m practicing right now

By | 2015-10-02T12:27:39+00:00 décembre 9th, 2009|Textes|

Someone who knows little about "Zen" asked today whether I "practiced" everyday. Well... I thought of saying, "I'm practicing right now." But I didn't. I asked him, "Do you mean formally?" Which was not really what I was thinking, but it was what he was thinking. Launching into something about nonduality and not creating artificial [...]

One unthinkable step

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:19+00:00 décembre 7th, 2009|Textes|

What if everyone at rush hour in the Paris Métro really listened to that recorded voice that says sometimes, "Attention à la marche en descendant du train," (Watch your step when leaving the train)? That is, what if each person paid attention just for a second to one step? What if everyone just for a [...]

Meanwhile, all bursting

By | 2015-10-02T12:28:41+00:00 décembre 4th, 2009|Textes|

Morning seems touched by the sun today, brightly, freely, serenely. Or is it morning that touches sun? And the moon last night in a clear purple sky, fully nearly full, then crossed by a drift of clouds, casting a strange halo of yellow-orange-white-blue: What touched what? And me? Here I am in any case. Meanwhile. [...]

Where I turns

By | 2015-10-02T12:29:24+00:00 décembre 2nd, 2009|Textes|

Back from retreat in Portugal, in Coimbra, where we sat in a kind of haven planted between ribbons of highway and a shopping mall. As the days passed, we didn't so much go deeper as we grew wider together. It rained and didn't, the lights went out and we sat, the lights came on and [...]

novembre 2009

No sitting Nov. 27 in Paris

By | 2015-10-02T12:30:02+00:00 novembre 25th, 2009|Textes|

Heading to Portugal for several days of retreat. Which means there will be no sitting in Paris on Friday night at the Red Earth Centre (Nov. 27). Back to usual the following Friday (Dec. 4). Bon weekend.

8 1/2, or All 1

By | 2015-10-02T12:30:35+00:00 novembre 22nd, 2009|Textes|

Difficult to imagine a more perfect depiction of what in Zen jargon is called "shikantaza" (bearing witness to the whole of life) than the final scene of a film just seen at the Cinémathèque, Fellini's marvelous "8 1/2": Everything and everyone, hand in hand, joins a circus circle dance of life, all is/are included in [...]

Every moment unknown territory

By | 2015-10-02T12:31:06+00:00 novembre 21st, 2009|Textes|

What if we think of sitting, what is known as "meditation," as a kind of travel, a trip to an endlessly wondrous here and now? The French poet Yves Bonnefoy writes that because what the traveler sees is new to him, his "usual ways of perceiving, of understanding'' are upset, allowing for a free-flow in [...]

The beautiful game

By | 2015-10-02T12:31:37+00:00 novembre 17th, 2009|Textes|

Soccer is known as "the beautiful game." Yet violent behavior is often displayed by opposing players and fans, like in Cairo recently before an Egypt-Algeria match. What is that all about? "Be a lamp unto yourself," the Buddha is said to have responded when asked what people should do after he died. This is not [...]

A splendid Heart Sutra meal

By | 2015-10-02T12:32:16+00:00 novembre 16th, 2009|Textes|

A weekend of studying the Heart Sutra went something like this: Boundless, we go around and around, and back and forth, with words and silence, speaking and not, we move from cushions to chairs and from chairs to cushions, we start in one place (a house) on Saturday and move to another (an office) on [...]

A sandwich for lunch

By | 2015-10-02T12:32:52+00:00 novembre 12th, 2009|Textes|

So it's Thursday, and I had a sandwich for lunch. At a desk in front of the daily news: secret prisons in Beijing, oil profiteering in Iraq, U.S. Marines on Okinawa, Obama, Bush, John Kenneth Galbraith, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Shiites in Iran, Maoists in Nepal, heavy snow in northern China... Not bound by a notion of [...]