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The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
At the threshold of the heart
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
At the threshold of the heart
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
At the threshold of the heart
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
At the threshold of the heart
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
At the threshold of the heart
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
At the threshold of the heart
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
At the threshold of the heart
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
At the threshold of the heart
Isa
L’expérience est au-delà de ce que je peux en dire.
Elle est une invitation.
Une invitation à entrer au cœur
de sa propre sensibilité.
La Méditation Dansée est devenue pour moi un soutien précieux.
Elle m’aide à polir le miroir de mon cœur, ce cœur que Gabrielle nous invite inlassablement à nous relier.
Lorsque le mental s’agite , elle m’offre un chemin de retour.
Jérome
j'ai découvert Gabrielle au travers d'un stage en 2021.
Elle nous a fait découvrir la danse de derviche tourneurs : renversant
Gabrielle est une belle personne une fois que tu la rencontres tu vois la vie avec le sourire.
Merci encore pour cette magnifique exploration.
Annaïc
Gabrielle accompagne avec douceur et bienveillance.
Elle arrive avec des gants de velours à nous permettre de contacter notre espace secret,
nous amenant en conscience vers une résolution,
ou une compréhension intérieure et profonde
At the threshold of the heart
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
At the threshold of the heart
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
At the threshold of the heart
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
At the threshold of the heart
The Persian poet Jalal al-Din Rumi tells us:
"I searched in temples, churches and mosques, but it was in my heart that I found the Divine."
This connection emerges from the desire to offer a space for communion.
To awaken a prayer connected to the Breath, to that Truth prior to all religion.
Our heart and our body know the memory of our Source.
This Presence is here, right in our hearts.
In order to be able to contemplate it again and merge with it, we must lay down our masks and our armor.
Beauty is buried. But it calls to us.
" When you pray, you rise into the air."
meeting those who are in the process
to pray at this very moment,
and that you would never have met
apart from prayer.
Therefore, may your visit to this invisible temple be nothing but ecstasy and tender communion .
KHALIL GIBRAN
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