Над снежными вершинами сгущались облака, тяжёлые и тёмные; возможно, позднее пойдёт дождь, но сейчас тени были очень резкие от ослепительно яркого солнца. В воздухе ощущался всё тот же приятный аромат; после дождей он станет другим. Предстоял долгий спуск по тропе к дому.
16 сентября 1973
В эти ранние утренние часы улицы небольшого селения были пусты, но за ними простиралась местность, на которой росло много деревьев, зеленели луга и слышался шёпот лёгкого ветерка. Единственная главная улица была
leaves and the straight pines. There was no one to talk to and there was no chattering of the mind. A magpie, white and black, flew by, disappearing into the woods. The path led away from the noisy stream and the silence was absolute. It wasn't the silence after the noise; it wasn't the silence that comes with the setting of the sun, nor that silence when the mind dies down. It wasn't the silence of museums and churches but something totally unrelated to time and space. It wasn't the silence that mind makes for itself. The sun was hot and the shadows were pleasant.
He only discovered recently that there was not a single thought during these long walks, in the crowded streets or on the solitary paths. Ever since he was a boy it had been like that, no thought entered his mind. He was watching and listening and nothing else. Thought with its associations never arose. There was no image-making. One day he was suddenly aware how extraordinary it was; he attempted often to think but no thought would come. On these walks, with people or without them, any movement of thought was absent. This is to be alone.