Today during meditation and practice:
I noticed that thoughts came from some surface, floating around.
Surface of the conscious mind? I don’t know. Maybe.
The conscious mind is neither inside, nor is it outside. That I sense.
That absolute stillness, that being, that existence is always there. It’s rooted somehow in all the existences. That I sense.
It watches thoughts and feelings come and go. Never care and never be bothered.
I sit, I stand, I am motionless, I move, I meditate, I practice… whatever, it never changes or moves a bit.
But I can sense it… so subtle but so dramatic… tears came down. No, there is no emotion or feeling involved.
Pure shocking and overwhelming, in silence.
老子曰: 无为。Lao Tze told: Wu Wei.