
“Mon cœur au chaud, ce lapin, derrière sa petite grille des côtes, agité, blotti, stupide.”
Un assassin blanc comme neige, 2011
“Mon cœur au chaud, ce lapin, derrière sa petite grille des côtes, agité, blotti, stupide.”
We must turn inwards to search deep within ourselves. “Is my heart still vibrant with life? Can I still experience the source of love and compassion within me? Does my heart still melt at the pain and sorrow of others? Have I cried along with those who are suffering? Have I really tried to wipe another’s tears to console them or given someone at least a single meal or a set of clothing?” Like this, we can honestly introspect. Then the soothing moonlight of compassion will spontaneously shine within our minds.
La Compassion: La seule voie vers la paix (2007)
“J'ai la fureur d'aimer. Mon cœur si faible est fou. (…) Qu'y faire? Ah, laisser faire!”