Watching is an art.
Look without thinking, in total mental immobility, you reach a deep silence.
“To be attentive to one’s thought, without the reaction of thought intervening, is the art of observing, of giving absolute attention: there is no center that listens …
Here is the silence that I have sought everywhere, in the books, with the masters and in myself.
I found many things, but never.
This silence occurred without searching for it.
Have I lost my life for unimportant things?
You have no idea of what I imposed on myself: fasts, privations, the practice of virtue.
I understood the inanity a long time ago, but I have never been in the presence of such silence.
What must I do to keep myself in him, let him live my heart? … the will is inoperative in this area …
At this moment I am fully conscious of this sacred silence; through him I see the stars, the trees, the river.
The observer is the observed.
I finally understand what that means. the bliss that I seek is by no means the quest. ”