At this time of the year the trees are slowly shedding their leaves in an array of colours vivid to the eye. On a clear day there is brightness all around far greater than the low sun may indicate. Even in the northern hemisphere as winter approaches there is a beauty we may miss, as our thoughts are on other visions relayed to ourselves, as we blindly go about our busy business; with thoughts running in all directions, but never seeing what is. 

Scurrying amongst the autumn scrub a Squirrel skits about in playful mode. Unseen birds sing loudly almost able to block out all other noise, so rich is their song. The shrubs are full of berries of many descriptions and the animals will be happy while stocks last.

Are we free to see all this without comparison or are we tied to our thoughts psychologically and cannot free ourselves to see the beauty in everything in our sphere? We cannot be still by thinking about how to be still, we cannot be still by using knowledge to solve our constant chattering and activity, we cannot be still by referring to the text of a so called 'wise one'. Stillness cannot be forced by will or invited through desire. It is only when we cease to search for stillness do we have any change of it being with one.