06/04/2025
Woke up early this morning, long before the dawn, and there was a peculiar clarity, a purity and intensity. It was still dark, but the stars were extraordinarily bright, and the trees were silent, withdrawn, waiting. There was that strange benediction which comes when the mind is utterly quiet, not seeking, not wanting, not projecting. It was there with great intensity, and with it an immense joy—not the joy that comes and goes, but something entirely different, untouched by thought or feeling. It was as if the earth, the trees, the stars, and the whole sky were completely motionless, yet alive with an incredible energy. The mind was part of it, not separate, not observing, but completely one with it. There was no division, no space between the observer and the observed; everything was that energy, that stillness. And in that stillness, time had stopped. It was not an experience to be remembered, but something that was happening outside of time, outside of memory. Then the dawn came, very quietly, without a stir, and the first light touched the leaves, and the hills were silent, waiting. And in that light, everything was made new. JK
