"La guerre des culs-bénits" (Charlie hebdo, 17 juin 26)

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://laicite-republique.org/revue-de-presse/separation/localites/mairies-departements-regions/ile-de-france/val-de-marne/ivry-sur-seine/article/la-guerre-des-culs-benits-charlie.html

In moments, or: Accumulations

A haibun

There are changes measured not in moments but in accumulations. A leaf yellows. A shoreline shifts. A path grows faint from disuse. By the time the difference becomes obvious, the work has been done by countless days that seemed no different from the ones before.

d’Verse Haibun Monday

For this week’s Haibun Monday prompt, we are encouraged to compose solstice-themed haibun.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

De #perpignan à #marseille le 21/06/2026 #sncf #ter #lio #train #gare #quai #separation #trainphotography #france

Crossposted with @openvibe

LA PLAINTE (Karoline von Günderode)

https://arbrealettres.wordpress.com/2026/06/20/la-plainte-karoline-von-gunderode/

Désirs, passions et spiritualité

Mon maître est un grand magicien répond l’adepte chan. Quand il a soif, il boit, quand il a faim, il mange, quand il est fatigué, il se couche.

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Adhère profondément à la Réalité, avec le Cœur de ton être, rien d’autre n’est à rechercher.

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La quête de cette félicité simple, dégagée des dogmes et des croyances religieuses, de la soumission à une prêtrise et de l’espoir d’être sanctifié par d’autres, est l’objet de la recherche de chacun, c’est une voie laïque par excellence. Nous voulons simplement l’indépendance, l’harmonie, une jouissance du monde continue et profonde qu’aucune peur, qu’aucune angoisse ne vienne ternir.

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L’abandon de notre potentiel fondamental ne vient pas seulement de notre éducation, des difficultés de la vie, de la nécessité de s’y faire une place. Il vient avant tout de notre univers de pensée, de notre mythologie, de nos religions, de nos concepts liés aux textes bibliques et à la genèse. La faute originelle, la chute, le rachat sont de puissants principes d’inhibition et de culpabilité. Ils conditionnent notre concept de séparation.

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J’ai profité de ce voyage à travers l’unité de l’être pour montrer à quel point les grandes voies absolues du bouddhisme tibétain, de mahâmudrâ et du Dzogchen mais aussi celle du bouddhisme chinois des origines, le Chan, qui ont puisé leurs sources auprès des Siddha du Cachemire et d’Oddiyâna, convergeaient vers cette totale acceptation de la nature absolue de l’être humain dans l’exploration d’une troisième voie marquée par le tantra.

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C’est cette voie sans négation ni transcendance que j’explore depuis trente ans, d’abord avec mon maître tibétain, Kalou Rinpoché, puis avec mon maître shivaïte cachemirien, la yoginî Lalitâ Devî de laquelle j’ai reçu l’autorisation de transmettre à mon tour cette voie directe et spatiale, celle de la reconnaissance du Soi (Pratyabijñâ).

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C’est tout le combat de l’impulsivité contre le spontané. L’impulsivité est brutale et destructrice car inconsciente de l’autre et du monde. Le spontané est plein de grâce car immédiatement accordé par la conscience à la réalité de l’environnement.

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Depuis lors, on dit dans le tantrisme que la femme représente la puissance et que l’homme incarne la capacité d’émerveillement. Un hymne à la Déesse du « Saktisangama Tantra » chante cette force créatrice.

Daniel Odier (né en 1945 à Genève) est un écrivain, essayiste, poète et maître spirituel suisse. Il est particulièrement reconnu pour ses ouvrages sur le tantrisme (notamment le shivaïsme cachemirien) et le bouddhisme Chan (zen chinois)

Daniel Odier dans Désirs, passions et spiritualité : l’unité de l’être

Une pièce musicale de Eric Aron – Dao 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEpT8Dym6gk&list=RDEEpT8Dym6gk&start_radio=1

Father’s Day cut short

When I was on the train and the rain was passing, it provided hints of blue sky, I hoped it was an analogy for how our circumstances are changing with time.

Life at the moment is absolutely not how I want things to be, but I’m grateful our day wasn’t cancelled and I got to smell you and hear your wonderful voice.

When I got ready and had porridge and coffee in the morning, I saw neighbours across the road together in bed. I dreaded the long journey and dragging the buggy across rail replacement buses, plus a bag stuffed with your portable potty. I wished that our lives could be like the family across the road.

With patience, I’m trying to build something like it for us.

Our day together

I received a message from your mum while the coach was setting off. My first thought was hoping you were a little late rather than our day being cancelled altogether. The message said you had a cold and she would want you to be back with her by 4. There was no room for seeing how the day went, only her usual obligatory tone.

I finally got to the shopping centre, 2 and a half hours after leaving home. The weather was much better. 10am passed so I waited at the corner to give me a view of the road into the distance. When you approached, I waved my arms and did a little dance to show how happy I was to see you on this special day.

I have a few options prepared for our time together. As it’s generally warmer, even with recent showers, the playground remains your favourite place to go. Most places are closed till later anyway.

After gaining a few wet patches on your bottom and building up an appetite we went for lunch. The Japanese restaurant is our trusty spot. I got us ramen, a chicken katsu, 2 gyozas and 2 octopus balls with sides of spring onions and soy sauce for dipping everything in. For the first time you chose to eat the takoyaki octopus balls. I even reminded you what you were eating and you carried on nibbling away. I hope we share these favourite dishes for the rest of our lives.

I thought it would be good to finish lunch with fruits and further snacks from M&S. You helped me pick the items while easing into a snooze. It wasn’t long till we left the hustle and bustle and I did loops around back streets to avoid too much noise while you recharged. I used the opportunity to call my mum, creating a moment with a slight thread of connection between the 3 of us.

Our afternoon

The rest of our day flashed by so quickly. The routine spots I like to make use of took up all the time, leaving nothing spare.

With my knowledge of the area and your habits, I could predict when you’d wake up and ensure it would be near The Cake Cafe which is also close to the playground.

This time we could enjoy the outdoor seating they set up across the road and have our babychino/coffee date with fruits from the supermarket.

As time passes during our time together, the feeling I get is hard to describe. Perhaps it’s like a pressure combined with sadness. The physical part being the result of the sadness. It’s because unlike the other families surrounding us, I can’t adjust our plans if you’re having fun or just go home if the weather’s looking bad.

I have no alternative than to take shelter at a museum or shops when it’s bad weather or when we’re having fun to cut it short. It all sets me up to fail.

Early handover

When we make our way to the shopping centre, we chat a bit and that’s where you reveal that aunties Ellen and Jane have been with you. Ellen is obviously over from abroad for your other auntie’s wedding.

The fact is, today you weren’t behaving like you were unwell. You ran, jumped and giggled about normally.

Your mum has the power to say whatever she likes and will get the benefit of the doubt.

A harsh reminder as our day comes to an end, if she wants to keep you with her, any excuse will do.

The court order is unenforceable and her lies are effortless.

Next week I won’t see you because I agreed to swap the weekend so you could be the flower girl at your auntie’s wedding.

I’ll ask for a photo as I’m sure you’ll look the most beautiful there. I won’t hold my breath for it though.