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"The Art of Stillness: Finding the Centering Point"




Just imagine, my friend…


That hidden within every moment is a secret doorway —a silent threshold, ever-present, yet seldom seen.

It is where movement ceases, where consciousness no longer rushes outward, grasping at thoughts, objects, sensations, and forms.

Instead, it turns inward, gathering itself like a river, returning back into its source, and melting into the mystery of pure being.

At the heart of all motion lies an unmoving center.

Imagine the axis of a great wheel —the hub remains perfectly still even as the rim spins wildly and fast around it.

So, beneath the endless revolutions of thought, breath, and heartbeat, a silent, changeless center waits.

Finding this centering point awakens one from the dream of movement and chasing appearances.

It is to see that even as the world turns —thoughts rise and fall, and the breath flows in and out—there is a place within you that never moves.

You must learn to seize your attention and anchor it in this stillness.

"Hold it lightly, yet with quiet resolve — in the space between opposites. In the pause between inhale and exhale. In the rest between heartbeats. In the silence between the fading of one thought and the rise of the next."

Consider that the mind is a constant coming-and-going wheel—a bicycle that keeps moving because your attention pedals it.

Stop pedaling, even for a moment, and the mind slows and stops, sinking into silence.

The mind will try to grasp, label, and chase — it always does; that's its nature.

But you must not chase after it.

Remain still —as if standing at the calm eye of a great storm while all around you, the winds of thought and sensation whirl.

Envision your body as a sacred statue — rooted in stillness, timeless in its poise.

Let consciousness become the still surface of a mountain lake at dawn —flawless, mirror-like, untouched, reflecting nothing but the endless vastness of silence.

Let your awareness sink deeper—into the body's stillness, the breath's depth, and the vast silence beneath the mind.

As stillness deepens, the breath becomes fuller, richer, slower, and more profound.  The mind softens into quietness.

And then — without effort, without searching —the center reveals itself.  Not as a thought.  Not as a feeling.  But as a luminous, infinite presence: Timeless, wordless, vast. 

And in that revelation, you discover the hidden truth: Stillness is not emptiness.

Stillness is fullness —the fullness of presence itself.

Remain there.  Rest in the hub while the wheel of life turns.

Master the art of stillness — and observe how the once-frantic world transforms into a graceful dance around your being's silent, eternal center.

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