The essence of movement is motionlessness.
The essence of beauty is formlessness.
The essence of thought is stillness.
The essence of love is emptiness.
The essence of sound is silence.
The essence of color is God.
The essence of life is death.
Death is the ground of life and all that is,
the birth of the universe,
recapitulated each day.
Death is the ground,
touch it every day if you can
by observing (without the observer)
the mind into stillness and emptiness.
When thoughts are like leaves
floating down a fall stream,
then the mind is like a river
flowing endlessly to the sea.