Just as thoughts, feelings and events come and go, so is the sense of my presence continually just happening.

I am. It is the only thing (or should I say, non-thing?) that has neither beginning nor end. In this formless and immovable dimension of the self, there is inevitably contact with a gratuitous experience of wholeness and quiet peace.

As one Zen sentence says, "To walk is zen, to sit is also zen. Speaking or silent, moving or standing still, the essence is at ease."

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