I don’t know what exists in the space between thoughts. I guess I see how the mind moves from one formation to another, creating the impression of continuous thinking. But could gaps already exist, unnoticed in the seemingly “solid” stream?

What happens when my attention turns toward finding these spaces? Sometimes, the very act of searching becomes another thought, another movement masquerading as stillness. The idea of a gap becomes just another idea, filling potential gaps.

All you gotta do is try, try a little tenderness…

Could there be multiple ways into spaciousness? Some of my approaches are gentle, allowing my thoughts to fade until they dissolve slowly. Or I could just wait, watching as the activity gradually settles.

Other approaches are more direct, cutting through my thought itself, not waiting for natural dissolution but actively interrupting. Compelling, perhaps, but what new patterns might this create? What subtle compulsive tensions arise in this more forceful method?

The first cut is the deepest, baby, I know!

My breath flows without direction—could this natural rhythm reveal what my searching obscures? The simple in and out, neither forced nor controlled, could show me the natural gaps that were always there. My body knows something my thinking mind often misses.

Perhaps everyone could recognize these short, fleeting gaps—brief experiences of “quietude” that appear between thoughts. Everyone probably knows the tendency to fill these spaces immediately, but everyone could also benefit from allowing them to expand naturally.

You are always welcome.