then comes this drop into silence.
with the suspension of time, everything is fluid, everything, mountains too, their imperceptable mouvment.
it is sudden yet sustained by an enduring stillness that grows out of the practice of just sitting.
your glimpse or sense of what is, an unspoken presence, prior to what the mind fragments through thinking.
here we are, the time of a pause, beyond the thinking mind yet not apart from the thinking mind, for to be here, or there, or everywhere, or nowhere, means immersion in the simplicity of what is, it embraces everything, and leaves nothing behind.
nothing left behind is the magnanimous mind.
nothing left behind, embraced by and embracing everything, just letting be, just letting go, just sitting.
incessant, unrelenting relating with the world...