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Nyoi hoju, collection particulièreAu clair de lune
je laisse ma barque
pour entrer dans le ciel
In the moonlight
I leave my fishing boat
to enter the whole sky
posted by Taigu at 10:34 PM
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Nyoi hoju, collection particulièreAu clair de lune
About Me
- Name: Taigu
- Location: Nishinomiya, Kansaï, Japan
Taïgu or Kuma San. French oddity, poet, writer, musician, artist and in love with life itself. Interested in unimportant things, people of no rank. Started zazen in my teens, received the precepts as a Zen priest twenty five years ago. Received Dharma transmission in 2003. I believe that Alexander Technique provides a real and living understanding of zazen. It allows zazen to be alive , fluid and dynamic as opposed to what I met almost everywhere: a fixed and rigid form that feeds intolerance, arrogance and ignorance. Lover of Jizo and Kannon. I was born in 1964 and because of my passion for life and art, I lived many lives in one. Jack of all trades, master of none. I now live in Japan. Surnom : Kuma ou Kuma San. Vaguement français, poète, musicien, artiste et amoureux de la vie même. Passionné par les choses ordinaires, les gens sans importance. Ai commencé Zazen dans mon adolescence, ai reçu les préceptes de moine voici plus de trente ans. Grand amoureux de Jizo et Kannon. Je suis né en 1964 et, de par ma passion pour la vie et l’art, j’ai vécu plusieurs vies en une seule. Touche à tout mais ne maîtrise rien. Ai recu la transmission du dharma en 2002.
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Good illness. Being in love is what breaks us, undo us too. I had the best evening for ages yesterday with a person I sincerely treasure, that's what the text in French is about.
It is an overwhelming wonder in front of the beauty of this life. Living the fishing boat is dropping intention, meeting the sky is allowing the sky to unfold in ourselves. It is never over there, sweet heart. Never in the clouds. You are cloud-like. And forgive my clumsy words.
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