In the stillness of the mind, there is nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
No pain in the neck, no pain in the legs, no itching sensation on the face, no burning feeling on the skin. There is no feeling, no craving, no wanting. There is no thought, no wandering of the mind, no fear of rejection, no worry about tomorrow, no regret about yesterday or some day ten years ago.
There is nothing. Just the pitch darkness of your closed eyes, just the emptiness of that space in your mind, just the breath and its minute movements. In and out, in and out... That is the stillness of being, the stillness of the mind that exists, that can exist even when the outside world is storming and thundering.
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