How do you feel? Tell me, how do you do it? Do you think of feeling? Do you sense your thoughts? Does a sensation simply occur when I ask you how you feel? And then, when you look at whatever comes up, how do you classify it as feeling? Do you classify it? It is something that is still there when you feel it? Or is what you witness merely a reflection of an event in the past? If so, has it remained pure? Or have you contaminated it with your need to explain it, with your thoughts on how it should have or must have been, with your willingness to understand? What if your willingness would be fully directed towards what is here, now? Would you still feel feelings? Would there be emotions? What would happen if you would let go -immediately- of your stories around anything you feel? What would you feel if there was nothing to label? Nothing to explain? Or understand? Or allow? What if there were nothing to do but to be? Could you? I bet that scares the living daylights out of you. Or in. We’ll never know, until you surrender.