Are we aware of the fundamental difficulty in being inactive?
Are we aware of the deep paradox in that?
What seems to be the most effortless, is the hardest to come at.
Why?
What is the entity (in the lack of a better word) that sees it and asks the question?
Is it a bored wave of thinking, trying to escape into philosophy?
Is it a genuine expression of self inquiry? Of a mind, meeting itself in not knowing?
I can list endless suggestions, but I wonder, if any of you will stop to ask himself/herself ...
To me,
Nothing is more beautiful than the ‘inquiry-by-existence’ into this question.
Meaning, by watching the fact of it, not knowing it, and staying in that observation WITHOUT INITIATING MIND ACTIVITY, of any kind.
Without inventing an answer
Without guessing
Without complaining, being frustrated
Without expanding the question, or jumping from it to another question
Without any effort
Without any intention, reason, purpose
Without start and without end
Without a choice
Just, meeting it, and letting the beauty of it reveal itself, as a quality of openness that leads to peaceful rest in joyful livelihood.
Beautiful