hen we cling to thoughts and memories, we are clinging to what cannot be grasped. When we touch these phantoms and let them go, we may discover a space, a break in the chatter, a glimpse of open sky. This is our birthright—the wisdom with which we were born, the vast unfolding display of primordial richness, primordial openness, primordial wisdom itself. When one thought has ended and another has not yet begun, we can rest in that space.
Resting in the space between thoughts. That sounds amazing to me. Pretty hard for some of our scattered minds, maybe a little frightening, but pretty amazing. I will be thinking about this for a bit, and maybe taking a break between thoughts, too. :)