April 28, 2002, Toronto.

I'm reading Sri H.W.L. Poonja's 'This - Prose and Poetry of Dancing Emptiness'. It's a beautiful little book, and the following piece held my attention:

'You have to inquire "Where do thoughts come from?" I will tell you how to stop thoughts; if some thought is arising it must come from somewhere, isn't it? So, go to the root of thought, from where it is arising. Find the source of the current thought, the one occurring in this instant. As the wave rises from the ocean, find out from where whatever is in your mind rises from.
You have to tell me.

If you can't check the thought, then just let it come.
If it comes, then don't run after it.
It will come and it will stay and it will go.
Just watching may be easier than stopping it.

If any thought comes treat it like a car coming down the road toward you. Do you run after the car? No! So like this let the thought come, let the thought stay and let it go. It cannnot stay for more than an instant because another is waiting behind it. In this moment there is no thought. Only in the last moment there is thought. What do you think in this moment?

In this moment nobody can think. Everybody thinks in the graves of the graveyards. This moment is the moment of Love and Peace, but everybody misses it.

Thought is the last moment,
not this moment.'