That time, when you were supposed to watch your thoughts, but no thoughts were there.
‘Where is my mind?’ you wondered, ‘and where are all those worries
that circulate my mind like dogs on a racetrack?’

‘There must be something,’ you say, ‘the brain is always active, they tell you.’
But just now your brain has become misty, mysterious, hidden,
a gothic tale of foggy marshes.
Just now, you have nothing on your mind or nothing that you can see, anyway.
Then up pops a ‘what shall I do next?’ thought but it is so shallow that it wafts away
on a breeze of breath.

You thought no thought was the aim of all this. Peace at last.
But suppose they’re just hiding, those thoughts that you thought you didn’t have.
Perhaps you should try harder. And with a hard breath and muscular instinct you gnnnnnn.
No it doesn’t work… Just accept no thought and enjoy the peace…